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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