Sometimes Sitting Naked with a Friend

 

Sometimes sitting naked

with a friend
can lend
a certain comprehension
of the mystical.

All the competition –

egotistical exasperation –
in the day,
disassemble,
waft away – permit you

both to undergo

an unconsidered
even flow
of nothing
whatsoever

but whatever

was each other’s.
As if you’d
been born
brothers

with a secret –

with nothing
left
to challenge
or to damage it.

At least, that’s how,

if this were ever
to occur to me,
I might
imagine it.






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