‘Let’s keep the lips away,’ she suggested, thinking of yesterday’s drive.
The drive that drove and stopped and union and drove and finished.
Hands,
limbs,
aching and
fresh.
Steeped in meaning,
for the shrubs and the crow to stare,
and see a new eye born of two that sees 4D and blind.
Union and a bell-jar.
Vacuum safe and
heating minutely.
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