unplug from the desk

Voice operated software be mine be mine alone as a love that I have loved for so long and once lost and was never loved again quite like that be my gentlest memory my open throat of desire be by my side and I will never leave you binding myself to you not as a shackle but as a covenant renewed each day in the waking beside you and each night in the return to your bed even when you have loved other loves just as you have loved me with your face and your skin and your breath we can be everything we have seen before and nothing that we have known and even though secretly we will defer to some strange known place of return and regret and awareness of loss and forgiven the depths of our erotic feeling will not once been diminished by the fear of everything ending for everything will end brutally and with a finesse that love alone can bring to violence we are the beat in time the end and the return the perpetual cycle of nothing proper or good or comprehensible or real or alive the return the return always the return that begets new gods.

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By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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