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Photo by Richard Lui
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My Lover comes to me,
soft and fierce in rough and tumble gentle,
with liquid eyes
soft and fierce in rough and tumble gentle,
with liquid eyes
eyes that melt
melt pools in the divots of my belly.
melt pools in the divots of my belly.
I am the high desert mesa
drenched in summer storm
where water finds the path of least resistance.
My Lover is modest in all the true ways.
No need for disguises of convoluted extravagance.
Only unadorned, naked simplicity.
Only unadorned, naked simplicity.
For are not the red rocks exposed each day without SPF 30?
The ocotillo, like upright seaweed, erect in a splendor all its own?
The velvet mesquite accepts its thorns and still offers its sweet pods
to coyote and human alike.
to coyote and human alike.
(savoring shy tension
delicious anticipation
patient affection)
The night is warm,
the sky bejeweled in open expanse.
Here, there is only space--
a limit of forever.
This is the land we travel
resting in between
never reaching a destination
arriving Home in motion.
In this place,
in the secret sweetness of dark hours,
the streaks of ancient light
fling themselves off the edge of their last dance.
We marvel at this display of Time
and then enter and lose our way.
I believe in this happily ever aftermath...
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