not yet knowing where your body ends
and mine begins, I need your play
to make amends
to re-pair our self-fractured dividends
again, I listen to your curative narrative
I insert myself between your gestured silence
to relive shared stresses, endless violence
within and without,
we’re urgently buffeted between unspoken sensations
or floundering in each other’s treacherous privations
eventually we emerge
stripped of sanity’s sterile veneer
long-forgotten vanishing points, shocking, reappeared
precisely there, where long ago, you and I disappeared
where your body ends and mine begins
robbed of vitality, maligned, yet innocent of sins
our subjectivity remains unsigned
beyond our body, beyond our mind