I woke to a scalpel at my side
where you lay your head

I sliced open a door, at the back of my neck,
it’s the place that stood when you breathed
                 on my wrist
                 my forearm
I opened that gate
palpated un-nameable anatomy
a spanning bridge suspended by veins
carrying thought over spinal tunnels

Searched what love may be,
the feeling of singularity lost
in the silence of our bed

     The moment when time appeared
     to stand still outside our window,
     but still flowed through us
     from one to another

Probed for
molecules darting my hair on end
when you exhaled through my entire body,
as I took my living breath from you

A tapestry of chemistry
Alchemy of synapse
Manipulation of time

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