...before you left... before i say goodbye... you looked down... fell into my chest... your arms rung around my waist... my arms over your shoulder, your sweater on the cool ithaca summer night a shawl i wanted to bury into... it would be a while... before... the unsaid.. .the trritory of no promises no demands... a battlefield of lovers of the new age... no strings... otherwise...
...don't break my heart... you sang... smiled when i looked over... your eyes a canopy of the stars above us... amidst music and fires we whispered... our bodies swaying like the hammock between the ash and aspen... the end of three days of stories you told me... stories of love, abuse, joblessness...
...i'll bear them, i said... like matthew and paul and john... recorders of the brothels and gospels...
...it was choking, like the smoke from the stones in the sweat lodge we sat across each other from just hours before... our sweat becoming the air of 23 bodies crying prayers for help...
...even as a i drove off i blew a kiss into the pitch of back roads before floating into the myth of this town...
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