Altering the Mix

Shocking glimpse –
quick catch of a particularity –
abetted by an angle of the lens, perhaps –
a something-other-than-expected

which erupts into a deluge
of the recognition
that before this
you had not expected anything.

Slice – oblique – desire? –
lightning shooting through the mire of you –
altering the mix.
It’s not exactly that you’ve never been

in this sweet sudden fix before.
It may be odder that it hasn’t happened more.
(You being a receptive sort.)
The stranger part: it is as if another heart –

invisible – is tracking you, and cracking new
sharp fissures in your shell.
You almost know this
feeling well. Unconscious wish? –

imposing its romantic itch? But there’s
that faint enticing smell –
a little rude, a little like fresh
sweat. As if in payment of a debt.

Or are you making
that up too?
Or is it
making you?

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