I have so much love and intimacy with many- I’m lucky and I keep in touch.  

I am in-touchness, keeping.

 and it makes me feel so sweet to know you, and have you felt known 

and maybe there’s a scent of some kind of disorganization here 

mixed in with the love of you being felt and known 

and maybe it's just how I am, how I was raised, how we were conditioned - together and apart, baby.

and even if I thought it was bad; even if if someone said, "it has to be scrubbed out, you vain bastard"

, it couldn't be unweighted from my heart. 

try to separate blue from the sky and you’ll see what you mean, to me

then some smoking, poetic, angel, demon grabs the back of my head and says, "you're perfect , bitch - keep in touch"