before I wanted to itch this all away
but your lips ironed skin to my soul
wrinks & bub smoothed away by
the wing-beat of your smile

is a movement
our movements make, signifying
barriers unsheathed
far ahead to the beginning
there was love without bodies
and a body

without your love
the intimate isn’t angular
but round, rolling
no longer verging on nodding out
but waking up alive
to the beginning far ahead

this is love & progress
and love unyielding

glimpse this wouldya?

we’re living in the unbound
wing-beat of space


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