#11: Remembrances.

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So turn off the cheap yellow light
Standing on the side table
That threatens to topple
With your every moan

Slip inside the almost-white almost-clean sheet
And hold your breath until you choke
Upon tides of black memories
Or the stillness of black air;

Wait for the demon under the bed
To rise and claw your insides out
Bring back black memories-
Of all you pretend to forget-

May it force out our kisses:
Burn my touch on your skin:
Whisper my voice into the Night:
Cry into the hollows of your shoulder blades.

Let the dark moon rise over
The sight of an almost-there Love
And the bruises of the memories
Of all you pretend to forget-

Leave the demon under the bed
When you flee from yourself tomorrow
And hide the marks on your arms
So that they'll never know.