first from the rim,
from the contact's faint eclipse,
the dance-room emerges,
the tinted couches
lining seashore balconies
where we tore each other's
fabric to break through,
placing on each ladder
a completed canvas,
a marble-black hospital wedding
dispersing over easeful glass
thorn of anonymous kisses
lost in the cranked chemical night
and she who knows in many cabins
let the hour babble let the rabbit
ache open doors into early
morning.
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