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find a place for hiding

When a whole state
in this modern day
can run out of water

When a mother can slaughter
and bury her own daughter

When the only way
to ensure it'll all stay
is to solder it all
together

And even then be
afraid nothing
is forever

We brave the weather
bravely clinging
to the unraveling
threads of this
magnificent
sweater.

Strong arms and hands
hold the softest touch
as a salt and pepper
feather

While I grasp the concept
of your skin and begin
to end.

Listening with these ears
and eyes wide and open
to the absence of laughter
or chatter scatter

In the schoolyards,
the pool halls,
the empty offices

Provide accurate evidence
of exactly how we wish
not to live our existences,

Exactly how we wish
not to lead our lives.

The lies, the lies,
plummet from
falling skies

Landing upon
open wide
thighs

This tongue of mine
hot as dry ice

Juts out to lick it
all up from
the spout

While you shout
pleasurably

As we
let this
little light
of ours shine
brightly

Through thick tight
covers of a lover's
night.

When everybody
is armed to their
plaque ridden teeth
ready to fight
for a prescribed
belief

When nobody
knows anymore
what we're battling for
or who's the true thief

When minds can no longer
perceive the times or conceive
of wind rustling between leaves

Please cling tightly to me
and find a place for hiding
underneath my body.

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