≠ 4 u

about you, and not for you
when you occupy my bed so much i cannot sleep

and at night i dream of dark places,
roaming hands, warm skin
rippling against each other
on an embracing seabed;
a million fish come out at once
in an uncertain surge of vibrant certitude
around our bodies, celebrating
in an undulation of stirring sand
the futility of our Elysium.

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