Door

Urgency of almost bending an arm
around the belated arched made fallow
running into the core integument as if
desire were potency risking an outcome
paint not quite dry
sun too hot
still at the entrance
to step over the lacy shade’s interference
so one is never speaking directly to you you
who stepped across whose touch once
comforted the missing image.

Structure

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