Wednesday, April 3, 2013

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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