she knows he knows
such is a man’s way of knowing
what drifts beneath his bound is the skin of a woman
frail affair pooled into shadow of tree pile been heaped up on the horizon
seems when a man wants a woman
she is a lake slick with tremble
heart deep –
the shadow crush depth
peripheries entangle in wake, wake
she is the drowning of an eye
whereupon his row fails to tease up the tiniest ripple
he is surely the whole of the woods
an always fetching of oars
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