I didn’t know you from Adam.
You slept beside me as if I did.
Your breath was held like water in a well.
You kept your other selves inside it.
I watched you beside me as you slept.
I wanted to open up your lips:
catch your secrets swimming there like fish,
your dreams hatching their strange, complicated eggs.
I wanted to see where I was kept.
But then in the morning you’d gone,
and where you’d slept, there was only a depression,
set hard in the bed like the mould of an egg.
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