a
Goddess in three part harmony
can
cut to the very heart of me
as
my soul burns for this
I
push and pull every color
I
can think
storing
it all
into
something
black
and white
into
you looking back
at
me with more, please
in
your eyes
and
the tipple splendor
of
every surprise between
tightening
muscle
and
the accordion membrane
of
an exhale filling
the
creases
between
lightning and slow rumble
between
the rock and the tree
between
the billow and the floor
between
the calculus of your thighs
and
my right hand signing
every
compromise it can
to
push down along
your
shoulders and
neck
grab your lean
EJR
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