I rewrote this poem yesterday, hopefully someday I’ll get all my poems edited but there are a lot of them!
I remember the embarkment
The installation of your soul
Into the fissures within my skull
The way that lights exists
In some form at every hour
Irrespective of grievance.
Those hours for which invincibility
Is not wrought with rationale
And there is nothing so certain
As youth for in its midst
We are all given to exclusion
So little perforates
My melancholic deference
I exist in two planes
Neither of which ignites
Beneath the synaptic palate.
Being near you induces vertigo
The world folds, a paper fortune teller
Each corner pertinent
In its impertinent stance
And you the Helios
Of my myopic recursions
I don’t know why we never
Undressed each other.
The way you focused your eyes
To include even my shadow
I felt that beyond every gesture
Was the stimulus to love
Some understanding that in itself
Was a language so radical
That words would have silenced…
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