us right two beings of disparate substance
in the swelter of our communion
smelt an auspicious liquid silver
sweat trails like electric currents appear
frozen on the soft edge of your
eye socket still moving downward
within the shapes of air
made between our hands
will emanate matter
brought into being
by orchestral stirrings
of sub-atomic strings
transformation of air
summer humidity holds
the day in suspension
even hum
dragonfly
evening
summer
now
gold
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