I return after a hard night
just to leave before dawn
I've been waiting
till you make a move
or just tremble
a little
but you just nothing
not submissively giddinessed
lead up the garden path
I was
on the summer day
day is excessive
in its excessiveness
so I blink
into too long dawning sun
tatooed on the sheet
of your right eye
as well as the left one
what a mess
what a mess
and no intentions
to be nor to drink
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