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 "upper limits" – digital art by doreen peri


binary stars

he takes me slow to heaven
past the halos of the moon,
he flies beyond turpitude -
the doubt of heaven attempting
to figure out the shout of
a star -

and we are binary, circulating around ourselves,
the far part of paradise sliced, endeavoring meter,
the sweet repeating of near and far significantly
echoed by fingertip sighs crying pain
released with skin touched on tips of
never enough

i am a dove perched on his spirit,
his arms held out for mounting
wings open air like circulation
resilient - he spills my fill

we are too close and yet too far
to be separate, distinguished
i've relinquished my method.
i am eclipsed, my lips resting on
the dawn, resisting no fawn, denying
no dignity, no dips in gravity significant -

no resistant paths of light,
no flight of any gander,
wings open to possible flight
patterns, no matter the arc.
stark is a heart which cannot talk

we are binary stars, orbiting
calculating mass passing -
ecliptical full daunting haunting
pulling the pulse

dust doesn't know us
he is just to wipe the sky
passed by and my eye
follows , connectiing
circumspecting
truths

he takes me slow to heaven
past the halos of the sun,
he flies me fast past trepidation
losing loss with won. we are patterning heaven -
drawing a map! come come! no lapse of miracles
can be – come to the ends of fluidity and danger!

the universe needs us i tell him, crying hold me
hold me hold me hold me. we are binary
it exceeds us. he told me


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