ah the moment before letters form
burns heaven behind your eyes
to empurple enroyal blood-temper
though I parted your book not in order
think skin a place for the pulse
to kneel or clutch your knees or bemoan
meeting and missing in the orchard
the hopeless equivalence of systems
what we were a blind pair of throats
who teaches me hot to find God
on the volume and verse of being
on the pale printed page of your bed
we had no recourse but discoursing
look love the light's better here
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