Round Poem

for Salina

Yew and eye touch en
tangled
soft
crash crashing
ocean’s edge
caress
ears with wet
wine
lips.

Moon god
dess smile
ing I’s waxing
crescent open
then closed wonder
about silent
secrets.

Sand
beach
gentle breeze blow
soft through
hair in
scent out
fresh
new life.

Share deep
desire whisp
ered be
neath
murals of morrison
weird shaman
of sex wine death yearn
s to live
lust through
us.

Cool
nite bight
throat
squeeze
subtle sighs
ignit
ing fire burn
s soft moist mys
tery from where
life love infinite
possibility
spring.

Was it not that
moment this
moment next and all
time given
touch eye and yew?

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