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I'm out of my web. Look back into my eyes. That's another story. Tomorrow she comes, my keypal, the only friend I have no business with She made of brittle twigs and I of spun steel yet she surroundsound widescreen, I patch of earth she fragile and polished, I tough and ragged Together: a shelter She heat, I light she flower, I leaf she burning fusion sun, I yearning captive moon she reef of bright fish, I rock of one white bird Together: all of it One day a month we get together, in our careful hair she with henna, I with bleach she in makeup, I bareface she in her plush fleshlayers, I in my skin and bones In our jeans, in our black jackets, in our voices, in our noise and our listening Out of our webs, into one another's eyes One hug hello or cheek-kiss: smooth remembered skin and our voices Maybe a shoulder-touch or laugh-nudge and our voices Usually a hug goodbye then out of our voices, into our webs One day our boundaries crossed sets intersected patterns matched lit up and bleeped like we'd won something Glad I found u babe Not (let it) fade A first draft by Janet Jackson Tue May 17 23:36:38 WST 2005 ------------------------------------------------------ Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]> Poems at Proximity: http://www.arach.net.au/~huxtable/janet/proximity.html ------------------------------------------------------