for me an erotic object as
apart from the self I know
as you an objet d’art concerned
only with itself the closure
on itself as a condition of
the art it took up afterwards
elaborate result of lifetimes
of hard work laughter bad teeth
wine jealousy and fear
now it comes like sun’s descent
through trees spotlighting
a few leaves and flowers
to unfold inside me here.
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