channel of recognition

do you feel yourself?

you long for her because you
seeking love
must listen to the invisible threads
pulling at your chest you must
feel his hands
digging for something.

is it digging, really?
you feel a surge of anger at the
moment of inception
yet it settles two days later when
a sense sets into your chest. you
have dreamed of these
imaginings coalescing in some far off place —
waves approaching what you thought was a
shore yet you feel the horizon
dissolve beneath.

you are deep ocean breathing.

you. who?

your hearing tunnels. presence seeps
beneath your dress, begins
unraveling every thread.
hand on throat
pulls sparking neurons
down your chest and into hip sockets
deepening the invitation. he sees.
you surrender to the pulse and the squeeze
and the mind going. opening.
words echoing.
chest, thighs. pussy
lips soften. sense in your chest
flesh expanding with breath.
body trembling with each step.
each word uttered a channel opening. you
are streams of awareness emerging in
consciousness. you are love
remembering her own presence.

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