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it’s always
been invisible
feelin’ you
like wind wrap
round you
weaves your hair
together
like tongue twists
whirl of your skirt
love’s always been
feelin’ you
I wonder
at the feeling
of her
the universe
so vast
assortment
of isolations
early
as the moon was still wandering
I came upon a feeling
you might know
a sheet upon me
like a skin a shelter
for the heart below
moonlight on skin
that’s so gentle
I’ve got the wind
to brush the hair
from your eyes
days of
you
would make
a world
AI
would ask
for more
substance
in my
poem
but what
would
intelligence know
of feeling
to be a poet
is absurd
how are you in me
like an ethereal world
I kneel in my Temples
of feelings
as if a Church of Christ
silent, and wonderful
sense you
like a spirit
came into my heart
5:30 AM
walk this morning
you fall
so beautiful
you are rainfall
you are sun fall
you are moon fall
I made a Temple
for you
what else to make
from love
what else is
the quietest sermon
of feelings
write feelings
and they
take them
for them
self
I look over my shoulder
the shadow of a girl
following me
⬎
her shadow is long
and thin
the sun
draws her
⬎
on the pavement
her shadow clips
my heel
I trip up
my heart beating
you make
feelings
that shelter
sun comes
to my skin
I miss the touch
of somebody
Carole King
softly
on the radio
takes my heart away
from myself
simplicity of affection
you shape
the cloth
you wear
I’m playing
La Grange
my knee’s
a tappin’
in afternoon
like a day of rain I want to sense you your feeling in this quiet room where I make my rain a grey habit
believe your
heart
330° to 360°
celestial longitude
a habitat of feeling
only to put it there
that it could exist
in her knowing
graffiti of erosion 