theparisreview:

I dream you, and you come to meintact, in focus, indiscreet, mouthingthe sweetest lies as if we cared.As if, in fact, we might begin againwith needle-tracks and scratches down your armsthat might have told in drunken hieroglyphshow heavy-shouldered I pick my waythrough a night of empty forecourts,back to the etceteras of passion:the obligatory pathos of discarded shoes,the glass of water juddering by the bed,the face my heavenly eyes avoid.—Tim Kendall, “Hieroglyphs”Photography Credit Leonid Tishkov and Boris Bendikov

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theparisreview:

I dream you, and you come to me
intact, in focus, indiscreet, mouthing
the sweetest lies as if we cared.

As if, in fact, we might begin again
with needle-tracks and scratches down your arms
that might have told in drunken hieroglyphs

how heavy-shouldered I pick my way
through a night of empty forecourts,
back to the etceteras of passion:

the obligatory pathos of discarded shoes,
the glass of water juddering by the bed,
the face my heavenly eyes avoid.

Tim Kendall, “Hieroglyphs”
Photography Credit Leonid Tishkov and Boris Bendikov

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