i hand you geraldo on a plate; that little fat gecko i gift you;
something live that is yours, besides me. mý blood is warm
for you; i feel it flow in its own current through the
icy ocean waters whence the sun burns the sands
to where the quiet waits for storms; patience and knowing,
still and prepared, always accepting and for ever, giving.
and that thread of warmth is a tie that still binds after time
flowing and circling, ever moving between here and there
sometimes faint and thin , mostly seeming like a slim full river.
i do not live under the fridge and my droppings are discreet
and my blood is warm, like i said, but i am here always;
you may not see me, but i live and breathe. know that.
always here. always here. i am always here.
just under the fridge.
where i am waiting
zebras can swim and float like dogs do, but they do not particularly like it.
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