the edges of myself

words, words, words

i don’t need to take pictures– your fluid image emblazoned in my mind feet gliding above the sand hands blossoming a golden lotus.   this seamless stretch of time away from existing structures– free to explore new contours find new lines in the curves of our faces.   a deepening– realizing– acknowledging of what is and …

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there are poems in my bones words woven through and around the sinews of my muscles– verbose tendons and loquacious ligaments.   phrases which will their way to my mind– narrating an unfolding pathway– letters, lit up like lamp posts along a winding stretch   familiar monuments, comforting sentiments, breeding ease– an allowance; cultivating breath …

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the unguarded pleasure of your unfettered love granted in fits and spurts– boundaries demolished and resurrected in the span of a single breath– shadows hovering and descending   this infinite perspective that has always been patiently waiting for my prying, stubborn eyes and willful, unrelenting mind.   An existence within emotion– dancing feelings, tidal waves …

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I remembered several of my dreams last night.  That rarely happens to me.  As I drove to work this morning I found myself going over them in my head.  This evening, there’s one that’s still there– the others having been relegated to my subconscious mind where they generally dwell. The one that’s still with me …

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