in oblique gestures
open undefined
with a Burmese
dancer’s grace
her hands fluttered
as she spoke
into our conversations
of love
and her desires
like a comet’s tail
I trailed behind
her voice
laced with insinuations
my edges slowly
expanding
behind a wave
rolling onward
toward a darker shore
I stood within
my guilt
like a sea swell
rises lifting
my feet
from the sea bed
before falling back
into obscurity
and despair
(November 23, 2015)
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