without a word i will move with you
to become black cream in white coffee
against a lead sky with you
my wish is to blur, to remove
sharp edges of what it means
to love another, your eyes are a swarm
shedding boundaries, stripping the
lines around my starling soul
that feasts on a jazz that is the
flight of a solitary bird,
spirit is the collective
consecrated as it blots out the sun.
blackened by simple all consuming joy.
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