“To pursue beauty to its lair.” — Arundhati Roy
She folds her hands together
as if in prayer
onlookers believe
the end of the world is near
Sour west coast coffee
dreamed memories decay
into sensitive masculinities
you may think: her POV lacks pleasure
Or maybe this cumulative longing
binds her sense of class to an economics
that has made her an experienced voyeur
an orgy of grace
Disciplined dangerous
her body expresses need
she commits to infinite integration
in entry & in sanctuary
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