My joint was burning.
A Melody came.
I was lost into it…
It was so easy to get lost,
baby, it felt like your arms,
it felt like the cat we never owned,
it felt like that rain which comes seldom between the bodies.
You remember the time when you trembled after the penetration?
You feel the tension when we pretend to each other like two distant sunsets?
I know you do…
I know each time you close your eyes; it becomes a memory for me…a herd of butchered confrontation for me…
I don’t know where I am going to…I don’t if I can ever overcome your longings…
there’s rain…there’s a day…there’s a window…there’s a weeping road… there’s a failure of silence…
And my joint was still burning… burning.

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Photograph: Edwynn Houk.

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