on the other side of bullshit
i love you
past the rubble of lying
and trying i cling to you
i cling with a looseness that is
not clinging
that is something like impossible patient
hanging, like the leaf that lasts all winter
i hold with the love
of holding
i flow in a secret part of me that knows no
fear
this part is so fucking secret half the time
she is even hidden from me
hidden from me
hidden
coming to you
echoing in you
all around you
sometimes when your hands touches mine
when i touch your bony bone, your clavicle
when i run my fingers across the whiter scar on
your infinite, thin white
coyote belly
cowbody belly
i think i know you
in the smelling of your breath
i think i know you
in the entrance to your house
i know i know you
past purgatory and taxes and religions
all about fear
and not about God i know you
and i love you
and i kiss you
and i hold you
and i squeeze you
and i love you
and i chide you
then i fuck you
and i love you