Reverification of The Senses by H. Anderson

 

 poem

 

She was closing in

all the spaces:

it was what he didn't say

more than what he did;

he couldn't even figure.

 

He allied himself with time,

waiting it out,

She fell into bed with

a woman in a silk man's suit.

 

Imagine! she called him back

from his computations:

you're on a beach-

do you see yourself or

are you you.

 

He sees a submarine.

She feels a wet leg

slide between hers.

 

She can't believe it.

 

We're too much alike,

she concludes:

very hypnotisable.

 

A six year bad trance.

Again, hallucinations.

 

      from " Trust"

 

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