Location: Butterfly Tattoo

All that we have crushed out of nature
by the flood of concrete
and glass-metal-brick buildings

is reborn in you.

I am
vulnerable to your tenderness
my surrounding arms
are strengthened by
our root-muscled love.

A clock ticks and
its mechanical hand
is merely a gesture
of reverence
in anticipation
of the next moment
with you.

Necessity of the strands
of hair bisecting
the harmony-drenched curve
of your face:

again I close my eyes
and fall.


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Holding The Bruised Rose Blossoms Of An Attempted Genetic Rinse

Juggernaut Of Yearning

Metaphysical Magic

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