Onto moonlight
I step where she's suffocated
for ages underground
where I buried her

Where were you, she asks
rising from the hole, brushing
dirt from her jacket
ants from the dryness of her lips
where I've lived
for the taste of cherries

I say
on some other world
a white stone
a hill
after rainfall
sitting at your grave

on the loud shore's side
my body folds into valleys
with the red evening light
lighting on the cliff's edge
where steps rarely come
kisses never
so homeward I go
thinking of burials


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