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It was half past four; I found you sitting
chin-deep in the sunlight that was pooled in my yard,
the dusk having dried the sheen from your eyes but not yet from your throat.
I saw you breathe in the implication of stars
while the sinking surface of the day lapped at your earlobes.

"Hey,"
you said, and the sun poured into your mouth
like pale foam, glazing your lip's internal curve
with light. I wanted very badly to hold your jaw
and feel the stickiness of the border between afternoon and night
traced lacily and liquidly on its edge.
But you were speaking still and I left my hands submerged.

"Yeah," you said, "I'm tired too,"
in a voice of modulated twilight,
the dark breath passing through your chest's light-moistened halls
like desert wind.

"Today at work
it was like the sky was falling,"
you said, with the line of the sky sliding slowly
down your cheek,
with stubble dripping firmament
the long hairs tipped in gold.

I would have kissed you if I could have kissed you and seen you.
But I thought then that if any open part of you were sealed
you would sink.
The light would close over your face
you would soak- and burn- too brightly to be read.
I think now that-

I think now.

Then
you moved your legs, and the grass did not move under you.
We were suspended. Borne up by the density of the hour.  

[Spastic waffles]

Meant to read this weeks ago.

Anyway...I don't like it. I'm sorry. I still love you very much. And remember this is personal opinion.

Part of my problem was that it was too mixed...some of it was really poetic and others were really colloquial. The mix didn't work for me.

Plus, I'm just not sure I got it. I'm not sure what you were trying to say here. sad

I saw you breathe in the implication of stars
I do adore this line, though.