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Spelunking

                  Spelunking You breathe, then bend.  The search began with slick Communication of those probing lips And tongue.  It gave a fleshy, snake-like flick Between them and you felt it near your hips While warmth was still there in your mouth.  Not quite...

Midas Touch

               Midas Touch He wants to make his lovers glow like gold, Except that gold is tame.  He wants to make them Glow, gold eternity, that makes them scold The lesser beauties.  He will lift the hem Of death since it is only thin gold rags And find beyond it...

Ceaseless Becoming

         Ceaseless Becoming Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem “Things do not begin with a capital letter and end with a full stop; there is simply ceaseless becoming.”  R. H. Blyth For Bonnie...