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coffee table

ashes, roaches, tweezers, matches

our hands a foot apart

not touching until

you pass the heavy book of

Picasso paintings

tapping the cover telling me

without telling me


the days grow shorter

a candle burns slowly

security in its perch

atop the bottle of cheap wine


(a pair of feline eyes stare

through the glass top sharing

perfect secrets knowing what is real)


"who believes in love anymore?" you

say, a provocation? an invitation? 


"maybe," i reply, "maybe!"


if it is you

who is of

love and secrets perfected by scars


but!

you feel untouchable heavier than

this table carrying

questions that burn, that smoke

that penetrate us, but

why?


i'm alive enough to know i'm 

near you

not near enough to you to

know i'm alive





douglas brent smith


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