Lethologica

Words, power-lines
collide, I think of how
they used to hang
men this way: loops

of black cable, moonlight,
and you… not fleeting.
Willow full of sighs, find
big box full of scribbles

you mean to tell him,
keep forgetting…
I wish there was
as easy a way

to forget your rush,
dark gaze, as I forget
tangible threads to tie
to, spool out like a kite.

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