Anaphora and apophatic maps―
dhikr, remembrance, words on the lips of
Venus in a contoured geometry.
Her neck wrote a symphony under dress-lines
falling in repeated folds. I shaped
my mouth the same way this time as the last,
the syllables repeated in a pattern
of waves. Gold, the prurient white sand
wavering in the heat of the horizon.
No words I have for my love of her weight
depressing me, an expression of
the inexpressible. I feel her skin
beneath my fingertips as I measure
her out with the open palm of my hand.
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