When I get around
each step is the swing to the anvil
truing the metal, finding the edge.
When I move.
When I fall against you.
When the rain comes down
everything I say empties of reason.
I distill myself. I rub your spoon.
Place me on the other side of you.
Press me to your flesh.
Put me in a secret place.
Jesse de Mares©
San Antonio, Texas
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