Never Go

I stand up at attention

when you come around:

you round and luscious

welcome intervention.

There’s something

in the metamorphic

minx in you that sinks

in me all memory

of anything besides –

well, no: all memory

of anything. You’re

the wonder my soul

slides into, the thunder

all my other parts

construe as essence.

You are all the lessons

I could need to know.

Never go.





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