Friday, July 23, 2010

And what a beautiful bag of blood you are,
my guttsy muscle, my skin-glistening friend.
Come, let us wrinkle together.
I have breath to share.
I know the place just beyond apprehension
where you want to be touched.
Lets find water and submerge.
Lets live the urge.
I Bike up
morning shade
alley to work,
the bird,
the squirrel,
the young man
who says,
"Hello, sir."

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