she listened to
the cd bought by you
two birthdays ago,
classic love songs,
phone cradled by her mouth
waiting
to hear a real human
not the automated response
only the real voice had come
masked by the music,
a thousand miles away
in a call center ,
he heard her breathing
murmur of lyrics
as she sang,
his phone did not move
from his ear,
waiting to speak
too afraid to lose
the connection,
waited for her to speak first
seismic interuptions
with sun borne gas epicentre
thunderous resonance of the cosmos,
catching messages from those afar,
accidental theorists
will counter color and comma’s of red,
is it a soup
our primal soup vindicating our creation
pulsing veins of human arrogance
take out a thousand letters to the truck,
count the terrorists who will object to
seeing her,
yes in the window of our setting harmony,
naked without dressing
and man’s venhement spit
cast from the place of serpents dwell
crawling with a whetted vengenance
and absolute length of time to survive,
her womb a dish
for the swimming and the egg to explore
and collide with cellular distraction,
it is her charm in nakedness to be our fear,
her gaze outreaches to that fury
of orange concentrics and geometry
we will be seen
we will be born,
to live by those messages
from those afar
Robert Delauny
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