silent and calm as morning’s slicing cool,
the airs become you in your nakedness,
becoming all the fonts of seered caress
and still playing all of you as my fool

still the silent echoing of seeming
unable to promote such tendered care
that we have cared to search for staying bare
in wiles of your cultured, naked screaming

stay the gross amounts of catching echo,
the blended covenants of waiting for
unabided reasons in touching you
within the hoping for what we still know 
within the giving of our something more 
until resilient you become just you.

November 29th, 2021
10:31am
Monday morning
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