I don't know
if it's coincidence,
or everyone's experience.
Transcendency,
banality
is somehow fine
as lines can be,
and yet
the impact
runs us through
beyond, beneath, to
root in grounds
of cause effect,
result and aim
in driving out
from in this pain.
You broke
my heart and
collarbone, by how
you gripped so graceful
soft,
my sharp lapels - and shook me
shook. Then smacked
my lips
with yours
aloft
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