I’ve climbed forty of the fourteen thousand
Foot mountains in Colorado,
Sometimes four in a day, past tree line
Where the rocks gossip in a lightning storm-
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I really want to touch
The cliché of your golden ransom:
Oh yeah, hemlock,
Also other pain killers like-
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Inkless, I expose myself-
I am just a shell pressed to your lips:
Drink my flesh,
Gnaw on my elbow I toss to you
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The full poem is in her lips,
Pursed, she cannot spell.
Opened, she kisses him and he goes
Home and grows a garden in his sleep:
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Because I haven’t caught her yet,
I’m casting out again letting this silver net
Of lies free to sink and entangle about her
Pinkish knees, where she rests wading
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These are the painful errors reflected from my face,
As if I had been in a knife fight instead
Of going to prom, and bled in the swimming pool
Where my luxurious sisters had planned to swim,
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First whispers in the morning meaning nothing,
Give no candle flame warmth, unless they are of your
Lips,
Just so these words crawl meaningless through the
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Starting all out all of the runners know the words of
Their joy,
But eventually only the best will know the absence of fatigue,
And they will molt the histories
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Now I’ve said too many things, as pensive as an apiary
Of afflicted numbers,
And now I question the space between our bodies, and how
To rush through that space to find you:
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It comes up to this, and then it goes forever away:
Lapping and making love and counting the strokes that is necessary
To acquire each color,
And I have lived alone for so long that it isn’t even necessary to
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