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        i.        The conceit is this:

                                   I love you

your little deaths

the sun in your smile

the space of your skin

your unseen everything

 

      ii.         your unseen, every—

leaves me topsy

turvy, and I fall

tender upon ebb

cresting your wave;

an exorcism rise

 

   iii.          an exorcism rise

unfurled as God’s

wink: a desire

I hum to shadow

unspoken

unspoken

 

   iv.           an unspoken rhythm

broken within bone

hymns pulling marrow

marrow pulling hunger

& you—open-eyed love 

and its bare conceit

October

 

Dear October,

 

                        you’ve disrobed

                                                breadth of earth

                                                littered

                                                            in your sunset

detritus

                                                cast

                                    to the whims

                                                of decay

                                    bare—

 

you whisper

                                                corners

                                                to the wind

                                    stolen eddies

                                                            plucking strings

                                                of home

 

                        and I

breathe you in  

and linger