I'm still searching for a Word
to describe what it's like
to discover the sky in my body
between two breaths,
what its like to swirl through
the blues in my rib cage,
a Word to explain precisely
how the immeasurable curve
of the Milky Way
shapes my eyeball,
and a silent stream of stars
pours all night down the hollows
of my spine. Perhaps
the Word is simply "Friend,"
whispered, naming
the one whose hand
touches my chest
like a feather on a cloud,
or like a blade of honey
so finely honed, my heart
hardly knows
it has been severed
into "I" and "Thou."
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