When it comes to you
I won’t take my pen
off the page and then
you’ll burn off the cloud
dogged and snuggled
from my lumping thoughts.
Come! Let the neurons fly.
Possess me! Dirty
wrestling with seraphs,
unsentimental
—obsessively clean—
and I solemnly swear
to believe in you.
nice one, Julie. Image, too.
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