In my town
and your love-hands
around my neck, points
or tips of
those bone ships
just brushing in,
look
such elegant
and precious violence
was my voice
slipped between the seats
and you,
oh how you made it
home
before your whole body.
The sea shipped and shaped
so many blinking on and off
fluorescent lights
the digital the tangible
missing
a tactile illumination
of the loveliest sort
the presence of song
in the lacking day
no more no more more
I am shouting in every language.
I am every carnal
every icon
you are a spit roasting
late night talk show
jabber wars
This is such a beautiful poem!
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