from outside my
corpus

i take you

into my corpus

stretch & inflate

the exhalation
soothes

that drowning fear
(for the moment)

our process is time

sentimentalists call it
everlasting

but thats too fearful:

sometimes you have
to accept the fall

& never regain it

to know its
something
greater


ii.
there is knowledge
behind
those
thoughts

behind the machinery

blood
flows in a river

lungs
fill in the ocean

skin
makes love with the
vestments of sky

the setting sun
is the setting mind

you run naked
viscerally &
more beautiful
there

poetry is the
language
there

you are
barefoot
& fluent.