Dutch florals
A crisp bond:
the knot continuous
the Atlantic most resembles love.
the khaki leaf salty far away
pressed to the ground
listening for fish : your life
convolutes in the head of mine
I have watched you sleep
rings of you
nothing can ever stop now : your hand in incredible ways
holds
to no ends
nor Logos
the wrist be named even if
you throw at a stone wall
something
you will not come out on
without me
back into the sea floor & the mellon breasts of dolphins
all we are
the ligament of the wing
the indefinite bell in
the hips of night
the cold skin of an unbargaining
sky
loose and soft and crazy
with flesh
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