OUR SELF

leaning leaning love.

future in seed form

words I can touch

become worship bruises on my hands


they see you in my eyes

they see the distance from my feet

reaching breacher

"draw me a humpback whale."


the person you are is a world unto ourself

freedom from feardom

audience of one, a singularity

you wanted to make it the touching type

so of course it's fabric, it's spacetime, it's you.

I don't care, clothe you in it, dance me in it

the place where starry sky meets black sea

a horizonless expanse of you

you you you you you

typing words like music

keys, notes, scores, sheets

is there even a difference in your joy?

blood covenant of it all bleeding together

walking through the flesh

walking through my dissected heart.


blood and water poured out

like the spirit and the bride groaning, ----




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