to the encountered Revel in winds’ words child of the elements, feral cat, beloved, cautiously accepting morsels fed to you in this stranger’s frantic excess, approaching, retreating, the pendulum ends of a string instinctive gorging, retreat follows our cycle our continued encounter, how long? We’re learning, you and I the pain of the unfamiliar, replaced piece by piece by the pain of familiar flaws; standing ground, giving, delivering independence into hands possessing yearned, unknown offerings. Now that the novelty of encounter has given way to our mutual charting of faults what will we decide face to face, gazes entwined, our body heat’s deepening imprints and the passage of time, so unfathomable. © Jonathan Bohrn (2004)
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