Wednesday, June 28, 2023

molecule

It is the cadence of the common 

chorus, the bet within

the spread before us, the courses 

we are blessed to receive 

the transmission of the feast

beast to belly to the earth of our 

burdens laid down. It has been gone

so long that most of our bodies have 

replaced down to the atom

these entangled selves

an exchange of kisses

uninhibited by time or matter 

flavors and orbits all spark

like eye contact with a photo 

a pocket cognition, that classic

quintessence of elements 

rapt in this bare legged 

chemistry, like a fingered pulse,

shadows hushed and

thick with touch.

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