Diploid Selves

is where we twine
and clot, here
is where my socket
meets yours, here
is where our fingernails
tangle, here.

Our patches stick
together, your breath
reeks of my disease,
geographies merge,
cosmologies collide,
borders have been
peeled and we
sluice into sea.

is where we shoot
each other up, your profile
becomes half of my face,
my kiss infects
your shoulder, swelling,
you strip your throat
with my name, juices
ferment, honey
hardens, here.

Alliances are forged
between the cells,
accomplices despite
the fact, honesty
breeds graft.

It has come to this.

John Nettles

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William Blake