by matthew henriksen
Inanimate intimacy in the plural
Couples under their dark covers
The distance between one body and another
An echo chamber against every stone
The distance between lovers in a rock-lashing wave
The solitude of two together under the waters of night
Or the flattened space between two people on a bus
Talking above the low beams of a few lost trucks
Seeking their destruction or their portion elsewhere
A road imagined as a slick for words in a discrete stream
Flawless enamel the tongue slides along
Or skates off into a future illumined within a highway sign
At the lip of revelation comes denouement or slow torturous sleep
Because traveling does not follow music
Only music brings the body down from the sky
The solid body in its partial form
rápidas manos frías/ retiran una a una/las vendas de la sombra/abro los ojos/ todavía/ estoy vivo/en el centro/ de una herida todavía fresca ~*madrugada* por octavio paz
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