no separator

Back of my hands lay stacked on my low back Hinged at the hips leaning towards the river until My brow nearly kisses my brow; No separator but the veil of water gone still The distance between my feet And what’s dying underneath the soil Is thinner than you’d think Wake in the night like the night is an answer Hold up your arm in a half moon over your face Bright light like a vow from the window; No separator but the see-through body of grace The distance between my feet And what’s dying underneath the soil Is thinner than you’d think The differencе between my feet And what’s living underneath thе soil Is thinner than you’d think No separator Sticky silhouette sticks me to the doorway Part and apart somehow at the very same time Touch my skin now so I see it: No separator but the mirror I make in my mind