“I reach
for a silence almost present
elusive among my heartbeats”
–Denise Levertov
to glide
from branch to branch
as all the forest
waits
for the earth
to exhale
before desire
ignites
the next pulse
to thrum blood
along the veins
yet again
to hold clean
life without struggle
the ecstatic leap
before panic windmills
desperate arms
to pause
before
this
next
kiss
(April 3, 2014)
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