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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