We don't have the ability to close the door,
lock the keys. When I say that I don't mean
making decisions, I mean protecting.
Do you hear the sea waves swinging, the sound
of darkness bumping into another darkness
then one of them leaving?
Some fibers just won't snap, some hinges
don't stop creaking, some lines keep leading
to the same critical point.
I can still remember the heat of your mouth
against my neck. The sound of cloth rubbing
against cloth, the later clacking of rock crashing
against rock.
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