i want to be deaf
so's you'll show and not tell
i want to be blind so's you'll have to touch me
with your fingers
your hair
your gaze
your smell
i want to be mute so that you'll know
that you have to listen to the secrets i want to tell
unfolding like wounds
from my craven heart
and you can have my poetry
my affection the best of me
my honesty
an insurrection against the never never falseness
of flowers
attachment
and other be my pretty darling witchy coo coo
rituals of death
don't make a noise
don't breathe a breath
don't do a thing
to break this miracle silence
this ineffable distillation of forever
just stand in this moment
this nowness unfolding
it's only love dawning
adorning your soul
with constance outpouring
like a mirage of jewels
like reason and growth
and all that biophilous stuff
it's only love starving
from living in bad faith.
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