Sunday, July 22, 2012

for one other


your hand dangles
between shall i's moved
sense it was always
this kind of you
that moved, no matter
drops slips rises

(touch touch won't you
dangling between
shall i unseen
touch touch didn't i)

for one other aren't i,
moved unseen one
other sensed always
no matter drops
slips rises aches
for no other your
drops slips aches, me?

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