You are
the place of desire
the quiet
surrounding my poem
the meaning
in solitary hums
and rhythm
You are the place
of desire
the taste
on my tongue
planting small purple flowers
on plateaus
of white space
You are the place of desire
scattered leaves
on my grave
whispering me to exist
in ways
I am able, unfamiliar
and willing
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