enchant

for supine
is the direction
of your torso
in relation to the stars
but i am supine
in relation to you.

and you are not the stars,
no,
despite how withdrawn
i become
you are much, much closer
than that

you,
you are the water
the reflection of narcissus
and i,
i
your echo-oh-oh
i, the morning bather,
refreshed

you bring me to tears
and know not to question
a rain without thunder

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