ask her not to call when

the ring supersedes intention

but they drink when she

lies the last night

her touch

ripples

images

across

their body

this graze—

singular

her—or all

who have

before—

here—here

lies

to whisper and let him move

soft spoken—no—here but

anyways

tell her

to lie

very

still

then

let

she the damp—ghost

language—yet

tell her not

when the need

supersedes

intention

soft

comfort

a

part