i am your body,
my hands the
dark hour between
shook cords of blinding day
;
cursed
/
coursing
of curved
hours distilled
.distinctly
***** heaving
of
tight aroma . Atoms,
hither thither
bump pumping
white into white hips
fissured
at the breach of
.
(to you my love to feel
wishing within throat
to fold my most unfolding
into you
the hands
my body (yourbody)
tween shook cords
of blinding day