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Today my face revolves to a full moon on the scan.

You stroke the weight of me and I know you need two

hands now just to gather me in. I sense the thrum

of your voice oscillate through muscle and roar like a river

at its mouth, ready for the swell. I want you to hear me.

I don’t yet know there’s only two months left with you,

I don’t know it is not a love that lasts a lifetime.

Or a shared one. I hear that voice of yours

in my underworld through all your sleepless nights

and don’t know that all the things you say aren’t just to me.

I don’t yet know, nuzzled here in the very centre of you

that I won’t hear your voice on the other side.