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So here we are at last, our final dinner
taken ‘neath dripping, blurry candlelight
Across the table, through the sandstorm, you seek my eye
Words are grains of sand, falling
Words that have already met with silence
For the sake of an easy farewell when before you rose from my arms and were gone
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I remember the night before
Watch again you lay upon my table offering me a cup
My hands shake to hold, so you rise and tip it to my dry lips as a toast
Grimacing, licking silver, earthen, bodies blood wine might flood me
and drown me in ineffability
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“Iscariot” you say “I might clean you if you wish
Put your feet upon my lap, like bread upon my table, come to me”
and I – a dog – came
You wash me, though I beg you not
The old words unsaid sully my lips
I offer you worlds – let me be your kingdom, your castle walls
Once, before there were kings and shepherds and emperors and men
In the shadows on a warm night there was only you and I
Can it not be us again?
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(They will forget how I asked you this – how I fell to my knees before your throne
They will forget how I begged you to be mine instead
My pretty eyed prophet, change gods
You only laugh, and press your lips to my temple
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Leaving me to grow old and caution others of this
to teach until the empire falls, of you, great lover of worlds
I teach a memory beneath the shade of a fig tree
Written by Chloe Chase Hodgson
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