The Shapes Of An Ancient ambivalence Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Shape Of An Ancient Ambivalence

There's the numerous,
eye possession,

There's the natural cartographic,
sketch
Assuming you'll remember,

A night with the memory,
Of a woman,
Who knows your loneliness,
As the whole anchor weight,

You're the man,
And she's the response,

The long tetthered rope,
In the open seas,
The scorching seal
Home to whatever ambivalence,
You'll thinking about the flesh,