Poem 50 Revised

To be humid like the well bitten welcome
of those petal breaths, coaxing caution
at each wayward return.
Suddenly sleepy, moving one into another
hands and arms and ears, the poorly placed nose
the fearless teeth.
Meeting comfortably in a compromise
means twisting about until neither is a singular,
nor a solid, nor a self.

—ECW  
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