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Ankles knit and clench
the tension lessens

Holding her feet to my stomach
eyes reflecting perfect light

Roses cling to her, thorns
She deadheads me

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Note:

The closed-eye darkness that swells and shifts becomes inflected with warmth and peace, these gradients that underlie our deselfed moments. In Bonjour Tristesse the sun comes loose from the sky and becomes everything for Ceçile, as she lies entangled on the boat. That experience, of the visual as stretched out mindful landscape, that’s what I like about this piece.