Pax

Everything is green and summer

and something stirs inside

and starts to climb towards the light

This priest, one of many

this binding of briar with dull desire,

this friend

Is a stranger passing in the street, by chance two separate glances meet

And like the film

It’s a Beautiful Day

they wonder about each other, and half muttered

they pass

In that silence of commons

so rare

that it avails

to move between us

and cut us into shape

and sound and color and light

and vibrate

into haptic feedback

that god built

into your clitoris

to let us know

the way to go

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