87/L24 – Men


Christ the man centered
among men. At table,
at work, at play.
Sanded skin conducts
crisp current. So many minds
he longs to pick the lock of.
Settles for the press of chest
to chest, slow breath, the deep
well of eye to eye in a man
well met or wounded. He centers
himself among men
to find how it is to lose
himself, to be found.

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