Spirit
Synergy from Namaste
the signature of pearlescent words
arrange my divinity on a pallet, Contiguous
… the fluid pen of
her verbal geomancy turns me so
that clothes wear my skin
& lure the immaterial outward
like the tips of its rubber glove
fingering the Nacre of fervent
emanation seeping from my soul
trading the claptrap of reality for the intangible truth
As I read her lines & she read mine
downward, a glance cognizant to the
shell of a thingamajig laid bare, inside me clothed
Suddenly I awoke, Naked & alone