distance

this traveling river
praying a bed
for a weary body's rest
I, bed
you, river


eclipse of
pregnant heart murmurs
across a sky of words
garden of thorns
infiltrated by roses
you smuggled -


inside a caravan
of smiling teeth
balm of petal-lips
stem of tan-soft
sweet, moist and significant like
first penetration


meeting of tributaries
mantric adagio of three words
planted beneath marrow
desert of distance
leaving time thirsty.


this traveling river
praying a bed
for a weary body's rest
you, bed
I...

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