Every Time I Think Of You

Every time I think of you,

Part of the brain ignites,

Set light, a sparkling synapse firework –

And then I know I’m your image

– ‘Cept for toes and crotch and such,

And I don’t need to have you as a crutch,

Since you and I are one. And so,

I stick to me myself

Like glue

Because I’m you.

Every Time I Think Of You 6.18.2015

God Book II; To The Child Mystic II;

Arlene Corwin

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