I go out.
To the weather
shaped like shadow,
body without
blood without body.
It’s perilous
charged velvet and hard
the way the
breath-shadow never hovers
but darksomely. It’s cold
I like it
licking me. What disappears
more than the
muscle-like greening
falsely above? I like to
dare to despair in thee
sun-crazed little brain-
less Sea. Mindfully
red orange
the gulf octopus attaches blisses its
hundred thousand sharp-plucked kisses
before I rapture
him armfully
opposite me, my doppelgangering
man. We float
apart so randomly.
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