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Killing Space

across the urban savannah � � �
you stalk the night � � � � �
and can smell me � � � � �
in the clipped yards � � � � �
lengthening in heat � � � �
� � � � �
homes become stones � � � � �
blown out in rows � � � � �
at the base � � � � �
of Kilimanjaro � � � � �
I �can sense you out there � � � �
in my thighs � � � � �
and rise on all fours � � � � �
lifting my hips � � � � �
moistening my mouth � � � �
I stretch my neck to the night � � � �
where your scent elongates � � � � �
each hair � � � � �
with darts of desire � � � � �
� � � � �
almost in sight � � � � �
prickled and pricked � � � �
by a moons� shadowed tricks � � � � �
and cast by its light � � � �
secrets dot blinked � � � �
by small strobes of stars � � � � �
� � � � �
grasses rustle and part � � � � �
before figures appear � � � �
where we perpetually kill � � � � �
and tear at the flesh � � � �
of space in between us