undressed on a morning precipice

I ask you sun
to seep into my deepest
nightbound spaces

those that clench in breath held ribs,
hide hunched fear in shoulder
blades. I await

you where the blood is made
and cleared, those places
I take for granted

like a too good husband
or plain faced wife.
Grant me a willingness

to slow, to know
my ripened breasts
as perfect currents

waiting for bears,
that the smooth soil
of my liver filters

with ease, filling the roots
of my being of countless beings
with your liquid gifts.

Lift my arms to your warm kiss.
Lie upon my chest.
Brighten every hair

(what endless tender antennae!)
My smallest voids receive you
there, blessed.


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