Bodies

you leave
to see what hides unholy secrets
the earthiness
of bodies bound in cloth
to be
and to be loved by them through others
to wander
in forgotten dreams not lost

you hear
angelic choirs
drifting on organ music
they sing of life and lust and not of shame

because you leave
to see
you don’t leave anything but hollowed naming
and you return
and learn
to leave is ever to reclaim

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