Love Song For No One

I want

I want you

(who are you?)



I want

to speak in poetry

disjointed and metaphorical and plain

to speak of a laugh

as one would a beautiful painting



I want

to have belching contests

and long, languid

paint-on-body nights



I want

to make love, fuck, fool around

in the woods, in a bed,

against a wall—y'know

next to the muddy river bank

we were only just digging

for worms in



I want

a dead moon a live sun

you in only skin

and the promise of death

not so awful after all.







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