I wouldn’t mind communion
that illumined someone else’s heart sufficiently to make it seem
the necessary part of knowing
what we each had left to do.
And if it felt contextually, texturally,
sexually hot? Well, I would like that, too.
If only I were dropping hints
to something like a “you” I didn’t have
to dress up in quotation marks.
There isn’t anyone in view.
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