Circ-ly
come play with me
among the rocks
among the scattered glass
under you and under me
(looking for joyful-seriousness)
::
closer than skin to me
closer
than my skin,
time and breath and beat and bone,
blood
and skinny sin.
twice the
man made in my heart,
reign—sit
not stand,
loose
my soul, my strength, my mind
and
yes, my skinny sin sin.
flatten follow, estranged, enlong and
s t
r e t
c h o
u t all
my limbs
beat. dry.
soak. still. instead. instead.
instance.
well
love,
swell so
full
wide and wandering,
like
a desert scene
an ocean
spread any distance
distance,
covering.
black
and brawny,
whole
and hidden,
white
noble rich.
so rich
when you
mumble
me,
mutter
me,
think
me,
wink
me,
mention
me like a friend:
don’t slow, stop, go or halt, tumble down
below.
drawn line, all squiggles, high and low,
don’t slow, stop, go or think; tumble
down below.
::
and like you do
(and you always do)
catch me in the inbetween
i with you and you with me
in wordlessness and meaning
a verity, a readjusting
making men out of machinery
turning head
turning heart
turning feet
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