I would be breathing

If the windows were open,

And I would hear you

If the noise could seep in.

But in this space,

I know,

There are only glue traps,

And the midnight squeaks

Of creatures of sin.

You would be sleeping

If your bed were not hijacked,

And you would touch me

If I weren’t made of ice.

But in this space,

You know,

There are only roadblocks,

And the forgotten stories

Of a Damascene Christ.

We would be leaving

If our minds were not welcome,

And we would be numbed

If we weren’t urged to see.

But in this space,

We know,

Desire rages,

And everything is redefined

Through you and me.

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