Parting

On Exits, Cycles and Cosmic Connection. Reflections on loss. Dawn and dusk have melted into one. A loving mist of communion. The heart opens and connects in symbiotic symphony. Twilight heralds first light, more swiftly than before. Fast-forwards the dark hours. My bare feet greet the grass in gratitude. Knowing that which seems lost can never be. A dew-soaked remembrance…

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Circles

The Act Of Love Circles that flash with pleasures of fire, Fire that shoots to bowels and brain; Circles of soft and slippery pleasure, Circles that fill and circles that drain. Circles touching with sinewy softness, Softness as hard as ramrod or stake; Circles that sweep to planet’ry heavens, Circles to dream as if never to wake. Circles as smooth

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