revolutionary struggle


the subject tonight for

public discussion is

our love


we sit apart

apparently at opposite ends of a line

and I feel the distance

between my eyes

between my legs

a dry

dust topography of our separation


In the meantime people

dispute the probabilities

of union


They reminisce about the chasmic histories

no ideology yet dares to surmount


I disagree with you

You disagree with me

The problem seems to be a matter of scale


Can you give me the statistical dimensions

of your mouth on my mouth

your breasts resting on my own?


I believe the agenda involves

several inches (at least)

of coincidence and endless recovery


My hope is that our lives will declare

this meeting


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