if ever we did not speak again
let these words serve to illumine
all that conjoinment between us,
seized as a turkey runs
for nourishment on the wings
of satisfying a hunger,
going as deep as the pit of our stomachs
coming up for air
and then we plunge
without seeing the light of day-
no mind, no care
it's us, enveloped there
with very little air between us
skin slides upon skin
letting each other in
Kate Lamberg (c) all rights reserved
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