nod
you call it thin ankles in trees
bend the branch or, trunk to heel,
i sleep with my arm around your--
measuring the eyes by eyes, see.
you might notice that i am indifferent
unless i am intoxicated, or in love.
my bed on this side or, your bed over there;
i can see you with my eyes closed.
you mention there is this point, that
becomes another & so on, talking,
while your hands move about.
23 April 2010
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