catch me, heal me, lift me

on my side in bed,
soft music and chills
creeping together
down the rocky curving
lover’s lane of my spine:

bending limber,
curving body like young wood
(and as brown),

i reach with both hands
stretching myself blissfully thin
across a distance
like chasms and canyons,
like ravines
with honed rock faces–
like synapses infinitesimal:

around my back
until my fingertips press together
to hold me tight and close until the morning

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