MD Kerr

Axis

from Anachronism Ψ

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Surrendering to your feet, I glided back,
Inscribing orbits round your upright spine.
My fingers learnt that hair is thick and black,
Obeyed strong arms to spiral, realign.
Nostalgia lies, but never you, with eyes
Which watch and know, which shine like port. Your grin
Has anchored all youve loved no compromise,
Imprinted like your face, your shape, your skin.
The silence you control is rich and bare.
The ivys yours. Your mind is quick, your soul
As slow as beech, as smooth, as gold. Your rare
Kinetic love unmakes and makes the whole.
Estranged so long, these things that wont abate
Remain: your face, the truth, your soul, and fate.

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