Green WallIf I ask, which I won't yet, will you join me
this morning in this room, watch with me
the light, emerald chain on the wall, enter
it like my hand wants to find yours at night,
but can't, imagine--please, is this too much
to ask--seeing with me this vertical mystery
light finds on the plaster here and I can't
get enough, like I can't find you either
or how we've entered this room, or the secret
of how you came into me, remain shadow
lighting a room in this dark house.
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