Hands places I haven’t known
in her room taking-light all I have known
groping for some place I haven’t known
from her belly once with the life I have known
of value, I cross an ocean I have not known
to know my girth within her rondure eye I have known
to live with is a cross I carry to a hill I haven’t known
seeking correspondence from rocks that I have known
to be much wiser, in account of what I have not known
yet to be wholly complete as in ready for fragmenting I have known
as means to live in summaries I have not known
to be a tracer of evidence, as if a search party I have known
to be your hands in all the places in my body I have not known
to be sequestered by the face you carry all these years that I have known.
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 11:42 PM UTC
Hands places I haven’t known
in her room taking-light all I have known
groping for some place I haven’t known
from her belly once with the life I have known
of value, I cross an ocean I have not known
to know my girth within her rondure eye I have known
to live with is a cross I carry to a hill I haven’t known
seeking correspondence from rocks that I have known
to be much wiser, in account of what I have not known
yet to be wholly complete as in ready for fragmenting I have known
as means to live in summaries I have not known
to be a tracer of evidence, as if a search party I have known
to be your hands in all the places in my body I have not known
to be sequestered by the face you carry all these years that I have known.
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