Undone
       

If I unteach my kiss or unwake my morning
            and star the days that rise beyond
If I reach back to where the newness lives
            and firsts flowed by
If I undo my done-ings
            and near the point of dreaming
Get there and then come back to now
            with any gathered loops or straw long gone
If I but ever.

If I return to us
            and unteach my kiss or untime my shirt
            or unhum the arrows
If I begin again all over
If I act like onions do in Autumn
            and love surprise as it plunks the surface
If I unteach my lips to dwell
            and if all that or more becomes
            my taken for granted
If I unteach my kiss
If I unlearn my every now of you
            to swim.

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