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Drown

Like the waters in Greece,
blue, succulent , tapered into viscous curves
stay now, don’t leave.
This sigh reinvents itself more warmly,
sensing your departure.

Let me dream of it as you disappear,
The bed with white linen reminding us 
of our flesh embellishing our existence.
A touch is what remains etched on my eyes.
Somehow now unseen, untouched.

What would the yellow kiss of sunlight greet?
A smile made of dreams?
Or dreams devoured off smiles.
The plants exhale hues of tamarind,
warm green tea succors the seperation,
In my wake,
I am next to a bottle of our emptiness.
I should have drowned when you stared me last night.

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