(There’s a spiritual or metaphysical experience I had, when about the age of five, which lead to this poem.)
Yoga what you’re going to get in, too, when, you rock like that……..
There’s a moon, son, to choose from, all orange and on fire………
Other than, some damn, lifeless, half-hearted cries……..yet share
this romance – a chocolate dance, runnin’ white and creamy down her thighs……
Sex never felt like this……an unspoken wish, trance-like gift! – so aware……….
Whatever happened to the long, slow breath, a silken web as she tries?……..
To mend a tear, ripping down that cheek, so wise……..
I hear her callin’ my name, like a moth to a flame, my eyes glazed
What chance do I have, when the flames lick like that?
I’m just a babe, taking what’s mine…….
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David Lee Madison, Jr.
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Saturday, December 7, 2013 – 8:02
