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Geological Time


I first touched your breast accidentally

in the meteor storm

the swans swimming

almost nothing of them

under water.


Accidentally, I sent my fingers

beneath your skirt

the mist rising

from the lake

a still autumn morning.


Like an accident

you arranged your neck to mine

the cables taught

between my ear lobe

and your collarbone.


I first fell for you

while steaming open an envelope

the secrets of the Pharaohs

locked inside.


We exist impossibly

in the same moment –

a mountain of water moving

an ocean cast from stone.


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