She raises her arms,
an imaginary blouse comes off.
She wants me bored with her nudity.
My eyes return to hers.
It's the first moment,
profoundly, once again.
We meet there, easily.
Eyes lock, taking off the memory,
returning to an emptier gaze,
full of expansion and bright.
What to do with the grand fullness
of time as freedom
unmasked before us.
Here we are maps of desire,
fabric of limitations,
defending each other
to an invisible crowd,
yet running through
the common house of our bodies,
untying all the balloons,
spilling all the rules,
letting all the myths pour out.
Solids to liquids to auras to light . . .
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