It is always a pleasure when I can pound out poem after poem in a few hours. They are fertile moments I treasure. Where the flourishing ideas resonate from are rarely fathomed and I do not take them for granted. The soul is a beautiful reflection of the outside making its way inside and then releasing the fragrance to passerby’s who stop to listen. I am urged on by this need to connect. A sexual encounter with creation that borders on sin but is forgiven by innocence. There is no dance that strays too far into the upheaval of exotic desire unless one stops to revel in the moment. Movement cannot be guilty of impropriety. It is impossible to worm your way into another person when you say goodbye.
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