Remain

I want to sleep in your eyes,
under those brown blankets
like two giant autumn leaves they cover me.

I want to sleep in your eyes,
under those steaming sheets of hot tears,
which keep my naked body warm.
I want to sleep in your eyes,
under those brown blankets.
I shiver as I feel
the tears dripping on my legs,
the tears shaped like a million tiny hands,
touch me
as my eyes grow tired,
leaving their fingerprints
to mark my body, scar my body.

When she closes her eyes to go to sleep,
in the darkness,
I reach for the hands,
and my fists remain clutched . . . to nothing,
nothing.

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