then were the covet

burns half an embrace

a sudden Qaseeda palms up waiting

trained to battle the same feeling

are we really finished?

smoke, dice, a quarter moon

wearing murder in her white


were so dense, I tapped soul

laced a trance split the size

something like a dimple

so much at once when I mute, you miss

this and beg you do. I step inside

the oeuvre let you


your other quantum

weighed by love’s physics.

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