What gathers here while I'm losing sleep
enough to keep a water wheel in spin
but dries up during the day
so deep into the night I swim
and soon become prey
I call to you from cell to cell
in our captor we have won
pretending to know you unwell
this play, more ancient than our fun
I am thinking of you in my arms
how we'll find ourselves in form
how I got to be this piece
that dreams of holding itself
to be born
Rest carries me to a desert
I come across a sexless form
I ask its empty face
Was it in you that our softness was born?
Without a mouth it spoke to me
in words I did not hear
surprised to find myself unafraid
misunderstanding no longer a fear
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