never told you

The day stayed outside
while I in my chambered falling
orderly and bloodless
through the dim interior
laced with sundogs
tremulous as creak beds
made a sort of music
of the motions

when I surfaced behind my cheekbones
you had already turned away
a long beach of nothing to say

how dear to me the boulder cold
of your unspeaking
the line from shoulder to hip
the place I rest
when everyone is sleeping

I never told you
please forgive me


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