We have been lovers
yes i have kissed you
even though, i do not know you
my words have eaten through
the gaze
my words have reached places
my words have held you
and
my eyes have seen your bed
my hands have touched your chest
my breath has warmed your ear
and i have stood by your hips
and spoken to you of poets
in your kitchen,
you have taken my name
though you do not know it
when you walk
you think of me
when you fuck
you think of me
when you love you think of me
you have never seen me
and i have never wrapped your bedsheets upon my chest
but i have lain there
naked with you
i have dreamt with you
i have been your vision
i have been a dream
a mirror
i have been things
in your room
i have been your anger
and the salt on your chin
when you shook
on steady nights
i am your stranger
and your woman
i am your theater
of the world
and your disdain
i am the madame
the whore
and the saint
i am desire
and a gaunt dizziness
that grips you
namelessly
i am your occurrence
when food pales
in your throat
i have gripped you
helplessly
and you have sat by me
as these events
have unfolded
you have seen me
unclothed
i have held your head,
your chest,
and your lips,
to mine
and i have taken you with me
inside me
outside me
i have moaned to you
and have soothed you
you have been several strangers
and so have i
but both of us have never moved
away or near
we will always be incomplete
you and i
so
dont talk about me
to your walls
your chest will collapse
dont think of me
in your chairs
you eyes will swell
now
my masters have changed
dear love
now
i am a secret
your postcard arrived
last evening
and i did not cry
i only placed
your words
under my bed
to never be uncovered
i must punish you
for this sort of love
Do not
take my name
again
Remember this,
you do not know it.
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