the shape of things that come

say you know what i mean

without me having to say more about it

the simple breaths one takes

the beginning kisses

i can’t hold you tonight

my arms won’t reach

and my soul is on ice

i can’t find the fingers

that will dial your number

or delve in for pleasure

i am alone

but not alone in being alone

i didn’t understand

but i knew what you meant

about the shape

that the steam made on the mirror

i said i couldn’t

but i saw it

i just read it another way

this is done completely in metal

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