not in the house
the sheets still flat and calm
not on the roof
where stars stare down
not out there where no one knows what to call it
no
and not in this head
turning to see who I am talking to
we are all awake
fish swim guided by the water
mystery sings to the outstretched wing
wolves take in collections
of human translation
wine, gold, the trapeze artist
all begin to wrap desire
into one thin strand of ice
the contents of which
remain intact
no matter what we do
here
before you took birth
there was a clay pot boiling in the distance
and frogs leapt from seed to seed
and the blanket
on God's bed
got very very warm
I Love You
not because You're Sacred
but because
I cannot bend my arms out
as far
as
You Can
Your Beloved
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