Another Drunken Poem for Amelia

I am a body
of sex slapping
and love becoming
and breaths breathing like wind of winter

I am no body
of kisses clapping
against stale faces and blue lips
and sleepy gathered dreams joining like fate

You are my body
of soul of neurons of cosmos
a whole that inhales too largely
for the dark or the light to ever touch with

persistent fingers

You slip away as a magnet circles
a center

I touch the stars
you touch the stars
and we burst them together

like we did
like we used to, as I will forever
when I saw you for the first time
it goes on

every minute

it goes on
you go on
for the first time



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