© Lee Bullitt, Connecticut, 2017

No longer, our bodies.

Body parts like objects,
simply strewn about
I want to keep things dark
for as long as I can

for as long as I can

for as long as I can

but the morning light is creeping in

the darkness breaks and there is
dark blue and a creeping brightness.

No longer, our bodies.

Space and more space and more space.

-— -*- — -

And more space and more space

and the skin beneath your eyes is wet

and I don’t remember you now

and you choose to forget

Still,
I wait for the darkness to come back

knowing it’s return will send to me

all I had been missing

not knowing it will send me you.

let it all spiral