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            for Barbara



my skin a bumped apple

one doesn’t eat

I no longer revolve

about your breasts

new to me    not unwelcome

relief from body gropings

now moving in you


I know you are here

sweating my sweats

under covers under

secret moonlight

shadowing faults

seeming caverns to others

who shared me leaving

fractures to mend unattended

until your arrival


your coming meant mortar

and bricks to my building

a poem to house you

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