Who is the person
known, but unknown
a mystery to the mind.
Our desires
sizzle and sparks
a rather dark world
where my orange dot
retreats and burns
with hell flames, hotter.
I once laid
flat, in your car
now I kneel at an altar.
You say a woman glows
as a sun-lit finch
woven in grass baskets
and I perched above
your head
my soul soars higher.
Very nice…👍
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Thanks Mark Tulin. Happy writing ✍🏼 J
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