I caught a glimpse
Of a nymph
And her boyfriend.
Spent a while
Damming bile
While I envied.
For her touch
Not so much
Do I crave her -
But her space,
Pagan grace
To be bloodless.
To inhale above the reaches
Of a single tethered coda
Coiled about a gnarled
Finger
Of dead bark,
That one day will be
Again.
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