Monday, July 09, 2018


Folds burnished in the light,
an undressing,
a different skin
drawing me in;
an entrancement.
Siren sorcery
of enchantment,
for my shipwreck
on the rocks
of your breathing
and the dark-light cacophony
of my addiction.
An aching sensitivity,
the desperation of proximity,
the pernicious penetration
of my being.
Is it the ebb and flow of light
that skews the eye,
the ingress of oxygen,
the rise and fall
of the body within ?
Or is it just the living
of the fabric
that grasps
the desire
for touch ?

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