For me poetry has nothing to do with biography or beliefs. It's just a way of conversing with the universe.
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Hot August Eclipse
Now the sweat is best
Hearts caress the street.
Leave to learn the lips
Moon is gowned in heat
Moans and gawks the hour
Dreams of each recline
Flesh the questions cup
Touch turns time to song
Heart to ear is bridge
Tongue to tears is love.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Hot August Eclipse
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