Poetry
Poetry: Andness
Would I could I do not know
but for the sight inside of you
turns outside the hell in it
which curls us back on time
to that point when one is whole.
The sight I hold to each moment
in the present future modal tense
spread on one keyboard
containing every feeling I have
for you: all thoughts & feelings
in you from the night with one finger
I lifted your chin up to my mouth.
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