the air forms to your body
without effort
I breathe you in
—
not so much a matter of will
as it’s a matter of will not
—
“a rose unfolds despite its beauty
the weed despite our disdain”
he longs and obsesses
as easily as she coyly
plays with her hair
laughing all the while
—
intent
(2011-2012, from Sonnet, a Renga)
(2011-2012, from Sonnet, a Renga)
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