This Unedited Version of Me

I wake up to a recurrent vision- This emergent self belongs To body, spirit, and dream. A different kind of measurement Lies at the gates of unchosen. I float a ready channel of grace Within the airy sighs of the pages In the book of blank letters, Where immersion feels fluid To the lovely bones, adroit And counted in their flight. I stand disorderly to the mouth That speaks me in foul love And I lay my brains for you To pick and ravish at length Once, twice, until you are in, Watching, curious to grasp The various skins I shed into you. No need to pull at my flesh For answers and stamina. I can always surrender to the narratives Of you, only to leave you buried In layers of uncut, heavy storiness.