Memories in a Monsoon

I've watched how your body shines in the water.
That beetle skin / wrapped around your finger,
glinting in the summer / like a solar flare
of my affection.

(My promised direction to you.)

I'm always talking about what I remember,
the truth is / all my memories have been
enigmatic patterns in black noise / now
all my memories - are of you. 

With
the
light
on.

I
hear
whispers
from
other
planets.

(Trust me when I say,
they don't remember my name.) 

The End

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