Shift through the embers
hewing stone to step,
clawing up
to ask the question:
What
is the stranger-lover
that pears in another’s face?
what makes me
breaks me, what
I see, copious as the sea
and more hungry,
what
do you ask of me?
but the moon and the skies,
but the earth
and what
incubates in its warmth?
One desire, tarnished
with longing, webbing between
the prongs of your heart
to merge like honey
a sticky wake
of me in you
Answer me with
your word
and the paths spiraled
beneath your feet
and the blood in your veins
the light in your eyes
your watchful sight
your parted heart
to not tighten at my call
soften
and turn around
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