All night we were dreamers
Of the light of the moon, our shared dream
It was by the right of body
That we felt the dead words: “We loved”
And I could never trust enough
It came as if, too easily to me
I heard the testimonies of Earth
As if the touch of silverware
On our finger tips, for the last meal
With the chop sticks of the
Meal of the happiness of a lifetime
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All night we were dreamers
And I rushed to miss you
As if my night is attached to the fish-mouth-nipple
Of the weeping after all we have fled
You tell me to not remember the past
All night we’re together and I think
“This is it”, there are no sticky feelings left
Only the dreaming of lifetimes
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That flee in earnest for new suns
To speak a new language to your body
And make a substance older than light
Out of our Eleventh hour together.
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Wuji Seshat 
Good stuff. I particularly enjoyed “All night we were dreamers / And I rushed to miss you.” There is a lot in that paradox.
Love the title.
It was by the right of body
That we felt the dead words: “We loved”
This line….the entire poem is magnificent… but the “right” of the body to feel the “dead words ‘we loved’….. and all that follows is another crack in the ice. Your words coax the heart to dream and feel. Truly inspirational.