every
Universe is a local rise
are
we just a bread
that
keeps needs
to
dig our knees
into
a rise
into
single-strand longevities
are
we in those tender wombs
that
hold the holes
could
you pass another kiss
near
here if you would please
ease
me into where you turn
sorrow
into the rain
press
your fingers
against
my lips again
tell
me with guile in your eyes
and
the fast vines of your hands
that
nothing but right now
can
be explained with reason
at
the helm
and
that despite
the
raw bones
and
clung mud
of
my body
I
am a luminescent being
I
am a curl ferocity of intention
that
seeks
the
soft underbellies
that
life feeds to us
in
revolving desire
the
ways the Sun
and
the Moon are
the
orbit wings
that
are also searching
for
the songs
that
every mouth
can
sing of
when
someone like you
offers
them
what
you are
offering
me
with
a spread of
your
hidden sweet
to
eat
for
breakfast
EJR
©
For a change, I love the second stanza :-)
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