September 8, 2004

  • things of beauty never cross my mind anymore:


    glance, glaze, impact, imbribe, assimilate, overwhelm,


    passionately take,


    but never cross—


    …never mind.


    no need of intellect


    (to mediate the immediate)—


    i’m sensuously aloft


    impetuously soaring (as if) divine and feeling


    (more than ever)


    that you are and I am


    yours and salaciously


    and impellingly you


    you are mine.

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