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Eyes, lips; toes, it was not an ache quite there.

Something deeper, warmer, in between my eyes and

Down at the bottom of my stomach.

Blood rushing, rampant, winking, fizzling 

Down to rest. A kaleidoscope of light, spinning 

Just for me. I float to the ceiling. 

Blurry head, I reflect myself in a thousand eyes, sit with myself awhile.

When I awake I greet the buzz and crush

It with my eyelids.


The muses, the way they stroke,

The side of a face is noticed. A hundred little freckles. I favor

That shade of love on those 

I half know, brothers to my heart.

Eyes half open, blurred. I settle down.


We've had experiences, you and I; 

I was quiet; I couldn't stop thinking.

I only speak with warmth involved.

Sometimes I vibrate lower, but

Back to russet we glow, 

So warm, always higher.

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