Compound Fracture

Staring through tram windows at male figures 
not dissimilar to yours
who move silently along pavements
like anonymous hooks 
on which to hang the ache I have
to slip my fingers around the nape of your neck
pull you in close enough to inhale your scent
and feel the shadow rub of your jawline
rough against my lip
instead of this low lament of absence
which is like some exquisite corpse
stretched across all that remains
of a time before we separated
into simpler compounds







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