a blade edge of attention
towards you
so delicately sharp in the traverse
seen high in the sky of our eyes
as a taut rope between us
yet forward faces
far distant from feelings
a myopia of backdrop wideness
strung up betwixt
pebbled with emotion
affronting each gesture of connection
thus far blocking me
with unseen ease
and the promise of confusion
sways and down turns
of unforeseen needs resolve
the pit of me
a molasses of my self
yet blessed with sight
beyond this circumstance
guiding blindly
over unknown disturbances from within
effort is as meaningless
as desire is a groping
it is a time tube like never before
where I thought
the blade to be straight and true
to safe ground
I call you
my invention of passage
has invisible hands of assistance
you so willingly agree
to represent yourself
my birthing your birthing anew
under each others’ watchful gaze
as what you do for yourself
is also there
two compelled
transform a helix dance upward
measured by the secret sameness
of heartbeats
by what the shape
of our breath will express
that this oneness will leave us witless
movement that cannot translate
as the dance is the faint of sureness
into a high canopy above
as the cellular of us
somehow letting separateness go . . .
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