Wednesday, July 29, 2015

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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