Can you and I be grazing for all time?
What I mean is that even times when we're
Ensconced in the sofa and reading
Separate paperbacks, utterly engaged.
Can we stay put yet with no interval
By some means, like our legs slowly stroking
Up against one another's
And our toes can play footie?
And when we meet and hee-haw one day
In chairs at the beach,
Wearing shades,
Earless to the sea swishing,
Our hands might start burrowing
Through the sand and channel together,
One final give and we'll burst through.
We could be caroming, after that.
Place your hand quiescently there.
No thinking makes me at an advantage
Than extremities covered in dust,
Clasping in the breezy moist.
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