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tangled

the heavy night pulled
his sticky body off the
belly of this dewy spent Earth.

he tipped his cap and faded
into the ember hues of
a mid-Spring morning.

i found myself aroused at
just the thought of you and
all that you bring to daybreak.

i yearn to touch your hot browned skin
dripping like sap as it oozes from
freshly bored maple trunks.

and like a bug trapped in your flow,
i surrender to the cascades of
nectar that weep when i arrive.

these wounds i will not salve nor
should i try to shore up your levees
when the waters crest above their lips,

rather, i will give way to the richness
of you, and wiggle only when your web
is finished beneath me, certain that i

become utterly tangled up in you…

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