Wednesday, July 31, 2013

I know I should have transcended

but the love of women

has held me back

the breasts the asses the legs

the backless mules

hanging dangling off

the flexing foot at rest

the sly look-back

under the veil of long dark hair

the fragrance of sweet skin

mingling with the summer air

as swinging pelvises saunter down the street

those bodies mere physical things

but yet portals to the unknown beyond

the earthly entrance to the Essential

oh whether I'm an erotic mystic

in the throes of ecstasy

or just some mangy old horndog

in useless heat in his drunk

it is the need of completion that draws

the plus and the minus

the hot and the not...

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