FRESH

October 18, 2018

Circa 2016

 

There’s a rush that swells your chest
                                                  and suddenly
                                                  you discover lust in slow motion.

 

My heart is ripe.

 

                                      It’s ruddy

 

I look at you
and I atomize —
My heart puckers
and pomegranate pulp begins to drip
from my ribs.

We explore each morning
   

                                                                    self-confessed, your words
                                                                    Tango about me. It’s passion
                                                                    tapping the earth — wonderfully
                                                                    exotic, curiously human

 

                             You and me.

 

                                                                                   Oh

 

when you feel it,

you know.

 

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