The Wisdom of the Flesh

Some experiences are beyond words in a very good way;
This is why I say yes to life come shit or storm.


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The Wisdom of the Flesh

Our tongues like buds of April pink
Fuse and the Revolution flowers,
The new cosmos comes in shudders.

O sage of bliss and blistering, I slip
Between your parentheses and brackets
And Sabbath in the softness there.

All I wish to read
Are the wild and smiling prophecies
Of your body’s Braille.

All I wish to write
Are the worlds that flame within
When I speak your name.

In you I am calm as when new,
Grateful as when ancient.