XXII
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DESIRE
Slicken and wish quicken and trip climb into it climb til I split: ship gone to space each star punching its core through the dark through the dark through the dark through the dark |
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IT IS FALL, AND YOU CAN KEEP NOTHING
The leaf isn’t afraid. Much of her is in the tree already. The mystic counseled a practice of letting go, a teaching in two parts: One, we are empty, climbing through the dark, past the shatter of stars. Two, each I contains all. We are the dress strewn by the bed, the-many-valved, the-crying -until-gone, the still-here-in-the morning, the apertures of my and your, the hour of devour and the hour after, this you I never quite held, this you I held until morning. |
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SHE LAUGHS INTO MY BODY IN THE DARK
My love, how you lit my body. O body how you think you aren’t alone. |