poetry

T[h{is}] …

His this is close to a love

outside measure,

where treasuring of

hearth-

gallivan-

tied sex-

ridden

heathened

lives of pleas-

lured moments that retract

make us better and warmer and kinder

than ever: moments when we pull

out and back and forwards in-

side my side as universal

pinning up on crosses

of falling out and then in

to your beautiful

[w]hole, and the sole

of your soul which tramples me

in passionate em-

bracing as I hold you over

table and chairs, and

stairs guide us up and deep

into each other, and over

and under the his that is

finally … this.

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