lips lick natural curling
and enjoy the soft unfurling
of a hip heavy heart giving way
messing and caressing
the limbs lovers undressing
then deeply punching pressing
away the grief grown gray
relief and tension mingle
tingle, and single out the sorrow
smothering with a luke-warm lay
believing and breathing
through truth's sieving and the leaving
so the solid sinks like sand
and hearts sail out onto the bay
a heartbeat of flutter
do we brave to even mutter
the most human of all our daring hope
that we rope and grope and tie
to the beds of all our lies
and chant and chant and chant
our loves free will did lead the way
Thursday, April 15, 2010
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