As surely as it is about air about light and about earth Water will seep between fingers gathered in a gentle fist For what good a wooden fence against breath fuming with fire What good to point out the flower path if the sugar bag is empty What good blowing the clarinet if blowing only makes one ugly For as surely as wind unlocks car doors and cabinets Young men wander off with their testes to part the perineum's grasses And when they come to the little stream each tenses against the other And against anything unforseen and under each pair of skin She discovers his unassailable otherness and under each pair of skin He discovers her moisture, dark, fecundity for as surely as it is about air About light and about earth gathered in a gentle fist Water will seep between fingers for the unknown must remain unknown I know that and you know that flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone |
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