time to relax the mind, heighten the senses
take the fingers for a stroll
haven’t let them loose in the Egyptian sheets lately
are we getting too closed in, devolving perhaps
like caged beasts and fishermen lost at sea
remap the stars
navigate to him–to her, across bombarding waves
intoxicate the glands, harden the resolve to coexist peacefully
the way temporary humans should on a temporary planet
back to whispering a sweet name in a fit of honest passion
a return to thanking the nakedness of the night
where muscles unhinge from scabbards
and time levels no orders
cup the calm, drink its sanity, inhale slowly and with much purpose
walk into the fray and remain unchanged
fuck yeah, am
perfetta poesia
lower-case
for the softness
of these gentle
words stopping time
as they “cup the calm”
(perfect, perfect words)
send
send
send
per favore
ds
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ooo cussin’
thank you, DS
I will send, my friend
lead the way…
am:)
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Words –> action = results (!)
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