No name ("Cannot take you out")

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Cannot take you out of my head

I wish I had the words to spit you out 

while time, like ants, travels in my veins, leaving holes

Cannot take you out of my hands that

rub lips of desire

beneath my skirt

as if I were a demon lamp

and your spirit rises

Tenderer than I have remembered

more graceful than I have remembered

sweeter than I have wanted

I could almost say you vanished

if it wasn’t for the sprinkle of sugar that you have left behind

And the yearning ants, they are watching from afar,

wondering what could have been if…

 

Cannot take you out of my head

Can do nothing with the seeds of touch that you have left

nothing fertilizes me

only the feces of time

of lost time

 

And the words are not a shelter

the words are not a bench

the words are not a feather

They only scatter like flies upon our dead

body.

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