The butter, the cool slick

and salt of us warming
becoming more

than two in the merge
warp chest, weft breast,

thighs braided bread
baking, yeast rising

multiplying heart
in heat. We tear

crust, expose white, dip
dripping oil and herbs from

lips. We become all
this, from breath

to bread. God eats us
with our own mouths.

2009/2011

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