104: I’m with you, moving, following/as you lead me through...

I’m with you, moving, following

as you lead me through

these changing forms

and the whole time

I feel

separate

I can’t tell you how many things

I see when I see you

I get so confused

like heated molecules dancing

in some finite space

           contained

I want to tell you all these things

but I need you to do more

than to listen to all these words rising

out of some uncertain

interior space

from this nothingness

Strip yourself to the very core

I want to see you naked before me

to see what the reality is

behind the reality

All your division

can’t keep me from hearing

the banging clamor of your hear

trapped inside shouting

          Let Me Out!

There are things more necessary

than food and water and breath

Do these things or you will

only be yourself

All this absence you’re feeling

is like a water wheel

turning around and around

          (inside you)

crying out for intimacy

Forget all your quiet

leave it, drop it, smash it

tear it from you

and take a single step

towards me

These poems are never organized

when I write them down (without you)

how am I supposed to know

what they’re trying to say?

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