Kerry Carnahan
You sniff as I draw near
to tell if I’m hostile
Beneath your limbs I sprawl
elated
drunk in marvelous grass
Molecules sail
across the mirage
we call the distance in between us
waving pennants stitched
with aromatic rings
enlaced by terms
grown ever more volatile,
yet in accordance
with the jittery truce
drawn at the heart
of all matter
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