POST COITAL POST

November 8, 2013

 

After coming to this special spot

Not an aforementioned spot

So placid, some dreams soar/play

.

.

Now it’s

Near what it’s like

When very light

Veers off candelabras.

All my veers have her.

.

.

Circley, we are upborne

By a lightest air

Certainly like eagles

Us each.

.

.

I can

Go as god as a young man

In an old man’s body that hurts.

Dammit, I can walk on dirt.

.

.

Out a door

Onto, down

One well worn track,

Whispering pines,

Unquestionably Back.

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