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Tormund
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My small contribution to this forum.  I also write longer narratives but thought that a bit of poetry might be fun.


and yet, the moon is a pale version of your thighs 


stripped clear, the decision is its own thought
of waxwork;
we are lunar.  eyes wide and the pine arches
of our ribs demarcated in our sighs.

let's discuss.

the stars are garterbelts
hung just so, humming our names
in discordant rhythm.  you tell me
to hold your leg 
like this
and hold your vowels
like this
you say
let's say the word 
mine 
together.

later, much later (after you have exhausted the rain of your breath on my neck)
you say
that we should write this moment down
this moment when we defined gravity 
and spurned philosophers

but who was there and better yet
who was listening?

you opened a door and the sun listed 
its errors
and yet, the moon is a pale version of your thighs
wrapped around the question of my
pursuit.