We read your latest book together
and afterwards she turned to me
and said
"In the end, it's only words, you know?"
In the back of that darkened hall
I watched the slides flash across the screen.
A unmade bed and an open window,
your hand slid into my lap like a whisper.
I let your words wrap around me like so many tangled sheets
and fill me like a lover.
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