Let us slip in, secret-letter-like
until leg touches leg
time passes but not through us
our predictable discontinuities merge, unbidden
we hold, like a promise
a breath hardly taken
inhaled in small increments
time holds not its own duration
but all there is
and you
let me muffle your first yawn
without any further ado
I am hungry
don’t protest
it is my imperative this morning
a poetic catharsis and primal pleasure
there is no music
only murky morning light
syncopated by random fits of my breath
I am chaos
but intent
on a riotous unhinging
a bowdy defrocking
of anything resembling propriety
the moment you divine
spills me from the edges
and with much ado
we gather in a sumptuous dissolving
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