zafusy

from Severance Songs

What gives? Smoke, a shimmer, less—
a stirrup’s click of meeting, two skins,
rushes. Blind ears seek that beat—
another, another, then a lean, the hush of you.
We are sparks darkly visible, falling together,
just traces of avowal: an I found in E,
the A in barely, a-stray, in just
not quite missing this chance—
outflung sung gesture that you caught, your secret now.
Fallible this radiance, fragile as tuned glass—
you tilt me and I spill unsuspected light,
thrill of parting again into dark.
That which governed me to go about
aches in the new sound between us.

Joshua Corey

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