the maps neath the eyes
go from destiny to love.
love that had no horse,
but worked a mule.
and kingdoms only thus,
manure, and sweat.
your body perfume,
rust of a moth’s wings…
hymnals made of dust,
simple words, bent nails.
love’s sap dried
on your thighs and lips.
no names, no images,
just small hands seeking touch!
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