I feel my heart beat,
sending shockwaves to my toes
blood in every inch of flesh
in this half-conscious state
I find words float to me
like chills, over my skin
with and beyond sensation
aware now of my own
self, and yet
the self has gone
my raison d’etre bereft
of breath, collapsed,
my path erased
I become nothing.
aware only of absence
feel fully my depth
the space  between my fingers
and inevitably
between  my legs
and significantly
inside my heart

November ’11


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