I pass my hand over your face
the canonized flesh
I am the disbeliever
you the motionless swan
a half open window
brings in the silver air of the dawn
The slack outline of my jacket
thrown over the back of a chair
is proof that I have a life
beyond these walls
The smell of my creed
mingles with your scent
You wake with an unrehearsed elegance
in the mirror
I see something melt then harden
my fingers follow the framework
I know this is more than I deserve
and I'm ashamed
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