a particularly good sense
once pines surrounded a hand and foot
an eye and wing of sound shaped
the reflection of morning
with ripe color and smell
union is thriving with penchant blossoming
tossed open by my indebtedness.
ah, love is a voyage with sky and earth
what shadowy memories bound in wood
the roller of my heart
leaping to surrender
breaks up from the landing of skin
another naked arm lifted
tracing a summer's wholeness in sun
tremendous feeling for a found pathway in blood
continued by art and friends
birth and genital spark.
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