The Sailor
You have absorbed me. I
have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving
into the air. I feel my
hands and feet are growing thin and long,
like the fingers of someone
who has been dead for days. My lips are dry,
and my eyes burn from
staring at what is before me—the fire in the stove, the lamp,
the few stars I can see
through the window. The rain continues to fall; it
is five o’clock in the
morning. The house is dark, except for your light that shines through
the window, and the light
from the stove. I want to touch you but I am afraid of what
might happen. You have
absorbed me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though
I was dissolving into the
air.
____ AKSHR
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