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.
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