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Maybe You Should Run — The Geometric Shapes
Everything you invent is true: you can be sure of that. Poetry is a subject as precise as geometry.
Kiss me.
I am an odd geometry
of elbows and skin,
a lopsided symmetry of sin
and virtue. And you.
I can feel your eyes
burning over the horizon
of my shoulders.
Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there? The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube?
In essence, if we want to direct our lives, we must take control of our consistent actions. It’s not what we do once in a while that shapes our lives, but what we do consistently.
I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul de sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadows under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people’s eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.
I see her as a series of marvellous shapes formed at random in the kaleidoscope of desire.
