Something sensed: an inextricability which generates
felicity of heart – facility for the refreshment of the impulse of the whole thing getting up again to start:
first in the living human face and, in that face, the eyes –
whose undisguised collective mission signifies seduction –
the abduction you effect whenever you elect to look at me.
Oh, Emily – Miss Dickinson! – to learn your pronouns! –
to catch the words inside the rides of “I” or “you”! –
elusive birds your slyer view sends flying into
my Manhattan’s humid summer night. Imagine grasping
the vast inextricability of their odd light! It makes me sway:
it makes me say, oh, I will fall in love with you today.
to wit:
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