Halt(er) me again, using the rapture of your words and gaze, to keep me still.
Thank you.
The words become illegible in the book’s bound spine.
The ink bleeds when you turn the page with a wet, bath-drawn, hand.
Knobbly knees peaking over the surface tension.
Your bemusement, unawares, amuses me.
A muse.
use.
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