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beyond
the redness of eyes
smoldered in smoke,
I’d love to hide
in your oldness.

your slouch loving
I also love,
your tired kisses
your biding time.

and
your hand with
specks that stain,
I’d like to wrinkle
my made-up face in,

I love that hand,
it takes me home.

December, 2012