TS (03/24/1978 / Mass)

Cosmic Bloom

Tis wit that moves me
unto you,
and you flow right through
me,
love and lace,
lingering face.
Young man.

Tis time that fills me
chasing you,
tis hours that thrill me
as something new,
engaging toy,
raffian boy,
omniscient joy.
Young man.

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