And
then there's you
whom
I only ever really half knew
but
closer still than any language
more
concrete than verbiage
nearer
than the skin
and
deeper than the thrust
you
kept the best part in
unfurled
at the limb and splayed
so
free but at the same time tied
I
mapped a world inside
traced
the blur of edges with lip
to
breast to cheek to brush
problems
dissolved in impersonal waves
resolved
to disappearance’s touch


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