Preliminary
by Lee Nash

I am planted

I am rootless

I am under

I am over

I am your anima

I am my animus

I am the face you draw like water

I am the shape you ink with pleasure

I am the ear that you may whisper

I am the fold that you may open

I am countless unless you count me

I am formless till you compose me

 

 

(First published in Visual Verse, Vol. 4, Chapter 4.)

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