i thought about you again; as the liquor swims
this happens now & then
more then, than now, since the picture's dim
subtraction's adding up
insisting when, memory lane's had enough
of you
i fight it still
hence why i write it still
not quite like i use to write it till
i knew you'd call me thrilled
conversations, 'oh darling' filled
with your body calling, sprawling with quills
floating you in cumulus, or another universe
where there was only you... & us
reading was, your vice
that and, me inside you twice
the deeper i'd get
either, reaching your thighs to your neck
or when the reefer was lit
your eyes would get wet
eager, weaker you'd tip
over & tumble, heels over head
your vulva said, no wonder this feels like a bed
you said, oh no, here he goes again
no... i know, when it's all over with
that why this feels like pretend
& i'm holding it, closely tonight
cheers, here's to now & then
as the memory of you, told me to write
cumulus
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