You were careful and there were bees
somewhere buzzing, murmuring their
truths from a corner of the room
to fill up my ears
or was that just
your breath
in its sheer animation?
There is moonlight white as your skin
when you're grinning at nothing in particular a smile
straight off silver celluloid, giving you away.
And if you feel like looking
you can keep anything of value
you might find in between
the clutter and the vacancy
of my heart.
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