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I spent days between nights with you,
standing before my bedroom closet,
sifting through my wardrobe,
pushing past the soft shoulders
of shirts with buttons,
untangling their empty arms,
and pulling their wrinkled collars
tight with white pressed thumbs,
hoping to hide my thin arms
and blanket my absent abs
in soft cloth,
appropriate for whatever purpose
it may later serve,
a pillow for your head
or shallow wall to lean upon
as we wait for the theater to empty,
I think of the man I may
be, covered in each,
never restless, and ever conscious
of the contrast between plaid
and fleeting nights.

Created: Jan 09, 2011


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