~DON RUSS~

MYSELF IN YOU

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At night, or even
those afternoons we lay
above the street, street
sounds bouncing up,

our treetops framed
in every bedroom window,
I knew the universe
and you were my

creation, as I,
I must suppose, was yours,
washed flesh the flesh
of separate needs,

each separate head
a separate set of green
trees, behind the sky
a set of stars.

And when I fumbled
in the dark, I felt afraid.
I traced your face.  I
made myself in you.
 
 

© by Don Russ