wander a meaning,dreaming into her
a
purposed
grace
chases
stars
even as morning
might now unfurl
the slow peel
of her horizon
she is
mouthing
the smoothest
petal bed
of words
this poet
might ever
want to know
she
fills me
with urges
to crawl oceans
of broken glass
wanting
everything
she weaves
orbits of limbs
in the vines of
her geometry here
she knows
knows the angles
of my skin
of my sin
she finds where
fate fits between
discovery and sate
she knows
the desire
that surrender
wields
she lives in
fields of it
her gravity
fingers time
she undulates
mesmerizes
the ways
I savor each
moment here
EJR (c)
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