in a blade of grass
oh look!
but which ONE?
The One is hiding in a third wheel --
awkward evening --
heavenly adulation of hips
The One is hiding
in the ring around your toilet
a jar of vanilla wax, linseed oil
soft music showing its bravado
a shaman's sturdy call to the crow (Can you hear it?)
The One is wearing a nude cloth
one that blends in with the fabric of the body
but where?
and he is talking with her hands
and wearing sunglasses
and jumping off of high places
just to feel the ground
again
and again
to be close to you
between your fingers
like an itch
that will not forgive or forget about love
The One
is
where you are
not a single inch further
or farther
apart
The One does not know about measure
Everything He Does Is Full On
Everything She Does Is Too Much
Everything She Does is So Obvious
we might be stepping on His house
(check, right now, underfoot!)
We will be laughing about this...!
I Love You
Your Beloved
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