Into his mouth thoughts of her
shimmer, shocking eel images
move beyond the apple of desire
past the cone of dreams, into sacred hollow
twist of tongue prayer, shift of teeth
and slur of spit offered in daily sacrifice.
Into the pool thoughts of her dive deep,
down to imprinted sand below; the floor
like the Timekeeper’s thigh, holds him aloft,
keeps his feet capable, his balance held, each step
of every day, passing seconds into years.
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