Attention

Am I the boat or am I the sea?
Is it the waters or is it me?

Ten tendrils tendering to the skin of my neck,
Gentle panting of eros,
Before the wild boast of death.

Am I the boat or am I the sea?
Is it sink or rising to plea?

Kiss me goodnight. Kiss me a dawning.
Of kissing these eyes goodbye with blinding force,
A ceaseless contradicting crowning.

Am I the boat or am I the sea?
Is it the waters or is it me chained to thee?

These days, like teetering, stumbling, blistery
Dangling at both ends,
A creeping seeping deepening mystery;

What of the see to the boat that is me?

The answer:
A single horizon expanding forever to thee.


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