Yesterday thought of nothing but
sloshing mouths, grasping limbs & clutching hands,
flavor of repression released,
and palms sliding down a back moist
with the dew of transpiration-- finally.
Through the mundane day's events
the musk of the coupling--
sweet and cloyingly ancient
like ocean air charged with the harmless weight of thunder
or just the breath of the stars themselves--
wafted around the corners of
doubt & loss,
toward a moment
one moment
dispersed into a zillion soft-edged
planets perfumed in the night's cologne.
I wondered whether others
identified the aroma pervading my periphery,
infused in my hair,
clinging to fingers that touch today
with constant glances
back on a moment
one moment
the distillation of a zillion soft-edged
planets whose synergy bathes my body
in light.
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