the water of intimate aloneness
feels so warm
in contrast to being
the heir of isolation from others
that feels so stark and numbing cold
here, conscious breathing is
the rich conversation
there, is a landscape of skin
in downward perusal before me
a rolling terrain lays straight away
as body in full view
this could be a benchmark,
a timeline,
or a state of the art
it is not as stark a set of remarks
as a mirror reflecting
there, is a cast of both visual’s soothe
and deception’s reign
no matter,
in this momentary view,
not considering weight loss
or surgery rebuttal
just being my own quilt
of comfort before me
in the world-sense of aging,
painlessness is then
a deduced passive form of pleasure
this is how
to come in the feeling
of rest assured . . .
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