I.
questions bloom on pages
as flowers on vines
II.
are we so moored to man’s day
we can’t take a moment sitting on the quay
to watch the light split
spilling its colors on the water
the reflection of the numina here
with us at its vertex
slack-jawed you’ll have to carry
my face minus bone
upright through the maize and home
III.
oh chaos my companion
pair with me most urgently
my love is naked and desperate here
on the stone and curved as a comma
heart soberly tapping out beats like a piston
while you with a gentle composure of body
remain regal and Egyptian even
in this traumatic humidity
i’m perpetually in debt
to your darkly lined and heavy-lidded eyes
repossess my love and speak your tongues
with my mouth
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