A Love Song Composed in Threes and Fives

we're restless
and afraid
of ourselves
everything we touch
delights us
offends us
reaches itself out
as we recoil, leap
with joy, jump
in front of trains, reach
conclusions
about men
and women

I look after you
a sort of between
world jangle--
this jammed into that
and when I look into your eyes
I drop out
you drop out
we become
liquid together
as a fog
is water
suspended


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