broken wrist handshake

broken wrist handshake

i will not
talk to you. drum beat pops.
i wanted to dance
with you. privately.
plum toned lights in
a flesh toned room.

stripping stories stepping
with you. out.
in a public place.
a locked look. cemented iris.
painting my body using
tones of your gaze.
washing away.

i smiled
beneath bare illumination
while i was awake

again. 3am pace.
what i adore.
no questions asked.
a joy, i saw – innocence.

i break.
telephones, letters, voiceless.
gestures of fondness.
peel protected
struggling. to explain
abrupt. departures. permanent

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