Friday, January 24, 2014

REALER THAN REAL

I ate in the deep dark crevice

and drank the honeyed waters


and every time I think of you

my sense-memory reveals you


as fragrances of salt and nectar

swirling above my nostrils


to form an image of you as soft thighs

and supple flesh opening into the unknowable....





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