vessels

I love you beyond
the height & breadth & edge
of this funny little thing
which is
– purportedly –
me,
I have never fitted well
into this frame
never quite got the hang of it
never quite grew into being this
never quite got the steering

I am somehow bigger than my vessel,
and this
reaches over the edges
this
fills the space beyond my skin
races ever outwards
to the vessel
which is
purportedly
you.

October ’09

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