Seeking wholeness
How is questioned
With caressing plods of palm
What is kept out?
I run my skin along other skins
Are walls surely thin
We seek filling
And sometimes emptiness
Forms wholeness?
Or only holes
In her stockings
In her grins
Perversley permeable and light
Unenvites darkness shunned
By spun viel of time
For bed (lovely crawls in now)
I am fingering that cloth falling off
Spandex form
Questions only carpets now
Under feet plod
And I want to make amends
To the gray
For sometimes only dark
Will do
To me what I didn't ask
To be sought
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