• the hair is like hair. and she lifts up the hair with lazy hands while i watch and the robe is rotting and she lifts up the cloth and the skin falls down and down and down as i am the lover and rise from her womb who never will carry a foetus the spilling of blood was like blood coagulating in dreams she’s forgetting as youth i shall always know you she says her knowing is like knowing. she holds with her heart as a womb and lazy coagulating my love as i am the leaver and she is…