Location: Butterfly Tattoo

I.
All that we have crushed out of nature
by the flood of concrete
and glass-metal-brick buildings

is reborn in you.

II.
I am
vulnerable to your tenderness
yet
my surrounding arms
are strengthened by
our root-muscled love.

III.
A clock ticks and
its mechanical hand
is merely a gesture
of reverence
in anticipation
of the next moment
with you.

IV.
Necessity of the strands
of hair bisecting
the harmony-drenched curve
of your face:

again I close my eyes
and fall.

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