need
the geography of my need
is found in your knees,
--connective tissue holding
a petal of bone--
your bone a hillock
raising my diamond depression,
my ballerina-pink satin scar
kissing your sanguine red welt,
our two griefs mating into sunset.
when we stitch them together
knock-kneed, three-legged,
arm in arm, let our
free hands violently swing
else we come
tumbling down
my knee on your knee
like your teeth on my ear
like my nails on your throat
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