You II

the pour, whiteness 
in the throat and 
more the rigid and 
steady the push 
and spend the body 
arches and transcends 
skin the futile 
organ not 
enough to feel a 
race to the stars the 
pace of life 
pumping and 
far out to 
all that is, the 
moment skimmed and 
prismatic, I am 
kissed into being and 
life by your 
body weight and 
height your 
sturdiness - your 
limbs the sun 
rising Adonis I 
kiss the rod and 
in your rising 
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