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All this from the rim
(the edge my
fingers tread)
that tap (taps)
along my skin
a sort of whisper
from the water (?)
brimming with
touch and temp.
That says, to me,
“Sleep.” another
urges (warns)
that I sh(could) lose
myself.

All this from the waist
(the light bends to
its circumference)
that submits
to my embrace
my hands curl
to become it.
my words are mist
on the interior
some fade to say
(to me)
“I accept you.”
and it (to her)
Clouds my
view.

All this from the base
(the basis of the
present phase)
that holds it all
together. and
keeps it all from
coming through.
and it (she says)
unties me from
the true.

And this from the gap
(that shapes what
comes and goes)
That seems (to her)
a void I lend myself to -
But, inside, it holds
my light, and (as I
press it against my lips)
my breath, my voice
(the arc along your hips)
when gap and base eclipse
The ribbon that twists
the center of this place
(as I drink from the cup
she breaks and) shatter(s)
into pieces of
distortion.