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[gatophobia]

what's this taste left in my mouth,
nary nonexistent. bitter like the
forked tongue revoked a dry breath,
a cautious hand on a tempered forehead.
grip the glass, make a clenched
fist of red, drive it
to the center,
no one hears.
but i can tell you that i do.
every breath
and step
reverberates,
dances
with the lightness
you bring to me.
if i just close my eyes,
i feel like i can
bring back what i've lost,
waves, and waves of waves
in waves, you're wading.