June 29 by The Running Son
long terʍ ρrojecɫ
I will thank you
for a sample of hair, or a saliva slide,
or drop of moisture from your inside.
My DNA readings need time to process. Lessons in braiding
our fingers, intertwined, are resistant over time,
through moist states and dry climes,
two bodies of water at least, and across great continents.
and teasing help embed you
deep inside, me, meta-coding and deep
tooling, you, these sudden uptakes of warm air, my eyes,
a momentary displaced
stare. That ‘s ok. We are graced;
we’ve braided our two fates, yours and mine,
a cellular web, forever invested, And good Lord just in time.
by Jim Aldrich (:
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