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27 over​dark​arches Naked​and​thin​and​wet,​as​if​with​rain, bursting​I​come​out​of​somewhere,​bursting​again. And​like​a​great​building​that​breathes​under​sunlight over​dark​arches,​your​body​is​there, And my milk moves under your tongue— where​currents​from​earth​linger​under​cool​stone rising​to​me​and​my​mouth​makes​a​circle over​your​silence You reach through your mouth to find me— Bursting​out​of​your​body​that​held​me​for​years, as​the​rain​wets​the​earth​with​its​bodies— And my thoughts are milk to feed you till​we​turn​and​are​empty, till we turn and are full. ...

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