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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.