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The space between

 

I drink from the cup  

rest the cup on my lower lip

hold the wet in my mouth  

 

and she moves across the room  

I cannot touch her   she moves

in blue light   the veins

 

on her wrist are raised 

blood flows   her lips are red  

they do not come towards me