FF (1953- / United States of America)

My Mind Speaks In My Aloness


We can come
I know.
Despite our distance,
our bodies have forged
the mountains of
desire.Those tongue, teeth,
fingerpainted trails,
long for the painter of
these remembered


Images flash
and thunder rolls.
Missing you has become
a sweet obsession.


Taste and touch
and melted sunrises turn
to moons of planets,
like Mars, Pluto, Venus...
Love me Goddess Cassandra,
do not be cruel, After all,
Aphrodite was my best friend.

Three for me,
all because he is not here
to take the stiffness from my
shoulders, and I am not there
to take his stiffness into me
and let the
the warm waves wash over

This is a ritual
of solitude.

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