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Interleaving

We are     stuck
like gum to a shoe
     needles in grooves
that grow deeper with the play,

Worn     silent     lovers
bathing in silver gelatin
tributaries of the same
grand passion
          undone
by the same undoing
our whispering never ceases.

I am constant
only in this     appetite
     instilled
in me before leaving the table
speaking in tongues carving
     smalls of backs and buttocks,

Collaborators in an odd
faithfulness
one to the other     bound
     always bound   
by a single stained palm     
     an enduring mendhi  
bathed     naked     clean
my body ceaselessly clad in a
sheath of muted seething handprints.