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I Am. I Am. I Am.
Kissing my fingers -
They are long and live as seagulls,
Casting foam-tinged wings
Along the ocean's salty tongue
Hips like hillsides,
Rising with the tides
Shallow pond-clefts have caught
And filled with tears
Now dry
In yielding folds of midnight flesh
And tranquil curves
Soaring, descending,
Embracing the darkness
With murmured breaths
Deer-soft valleys stretching
Like pitted moonscapes
Down my legs
And hummingbird lips
With butterfly touch
All alone,
In tonight's outer-space
Scattered with stars,
I embrace my bones -
Organs, nerves, muscles,
Trembling lungs
Volcanic heart
Never before till now,
The image of God
So clear, so perfect
As in this body
In my fingers like birds,
In hillside hips.
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