Brief Entanglements

Tell me Confabulo

these rooms

these furnitures

of passions and perversions

the moments we entered,

passageways

where we lingered

blindfolded

arms raised in sleepwalk

bumping and groping

against each other

 

Confabulo

I found in these entanglements

such comfort

tell me now

 

When the latch clicks shut

where may we meet again?

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