i'm not sure i have enough fingers.
one does not stop loving.
each of you i hold
in cupped hands, dreaming
and with each
dream
dream
dream
each pain and pinch and slap
each loss and lack
each shovelful at the foot
of the mountain
i hold you all, and my fingers
remember
remember
remember
sshhhh
i will hear no voices
but my meat remembers
meat
meat
meat
and the slap
of flesh on flesh
and the meeting of
meat
meat
meat
i say these syllables
into meaninglessness
i stare at my fingers
and i love you
all
all
all
nowhere is it said
that one must stop
and i will not.
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Fantastic; nowhere is it said... so true.
ReplyDeleteLOVE this.
ReplyDeleteevery one, yes.
ReplyDeleteI sometimes wonder what it would be like if they were all gathered together--my loves--and then I realize that they are already, as you say, like fingers, like a fist, perhaps?, around and in my heart.
Like the flesh, fingers, meat, slap and pinch.
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