We have infinite opportunity
to connect on the level of
my primordial heart. My
animal body
somewhere else, eyes sting
from the
baths of crushed mustard
anise seed, He
cries out
for this rock rose, will open as
my legs my throat an
infinite connection like when i am all
colours. All dust. Like you
have your hands
rest lightly on the valley that is
the small of my back
my infinite back rolling
hill crests
of a coniferous forest, pine cones
all littered about.
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