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Duende I

The body has a reserve beyond the mind
The limbs ache to arch, tendons expanding slowly
Pressing against muscle
From the fingertip called index drips into the crook of elbow
Seduces the shoulder and lifts the chin
Golden and dusty, some escapes through the mouth, infecting the air
Tingles in the amygdala creeping through hairs as it does
Pulls taut at the crown and backward
Whip reverse in captured vertigo, exiting the eyes
Not dead, but so still
The universe folds in their horizon line
Directed in ferocity at all atoms
Delights in all movement and all space between them
Vibrating secretly
But not secretly to her
No, she knows she is possessed
Dying but for these moments
Of harvest
Posted 07/26/12
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