Loving the way you breathe, I forgot
To punctuate my self or make any sense
Of this or that or consonantal sounds
Arranged in ever-varying collections;
Wait--I think I heard an other song
Somewhere around the corner or like how
The dogs will hear a sound that we just can't;
I guess I'm hearing something that you're not.
Ha! All that you're not! Beyond the veil
Is something surer, sweeter, than a plum
And of a purple hue on the inside.
The gesture of her body made a sound
In harmony with the just, revolving planets
Wandering in epicyclic aspects.
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