You could give to me
or deny
Instants' Judgments
yield or deny
inflate
analyze
or slip
into sublime
your mouth yielding
or purse
hesitant
breathing
or draw away;
these are the
Moments
lives are built upon.
You can accept me
deep within
or deny;
slather it
with guilt
fly
into
dusty scenarios
which
crush-
Instant's Flailings
leaving
behind
our
only too
Human Failings.
And I
Mouth Bereft
close slowly
Sorrow Filled
unknowing
grieving
Love Leaving
from a
Singular and Incomplete Unknowing
form that
vantage point.
It is the not knowing
which is Crux
because
it became
unknown
in
Instant's Fleeting Touch
in a Mouth's Closing
is a lifetime
lost;
in
mouth,
breasts,
and heavings
foreclosed-
Instants' Foreclosing
Eons Forgone.
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