David, you remind me of what’s true—
In me, in life, of math and curves.
What all our winding actions show:
The over-arching point.
My sight clears when I gaze at you;
You’re deep embedded, thought, skin, nerves
Combine to love you, let love grow
And bind me, cell to joint.
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 2:14 PM UTC
David, you remind me of what’s true—
In me, in life, of math and curves.
What all our winding actions show:
The over-arching point.
My sight clears when I gaze at you;
You’re deep embedded, thought, skin, nerves
Combine to love you, let love grow
And bind me, cell to joint.
Originally posted in Nomad’s Choir Poetry Journal, Sept 2018
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