Judas (My heart)

By | 13 May 2024

The curve of your ass in the night
full of stars, the sounds
from the street, the light

from the cars. Each hour
that passes exceeding
the last; we sleep and sink

deeper into the past. Blink —
and you’ll know who I was
before we met. Tell me your dreams,

where you haven’t gone yet.
And tell me your youth — was it slow,
like mine? Tell me you waited there

all this time. Tell me your sorrows,
give me your heart. O tell me your life —
I’ll trade it for art.

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