Absolutely
My heart beats I like to
A Magritte painting evoking mystery
yet I conceal nothing
A calm man in his shorts fiddling
With an open box
There. And there again.
Leery eyes chart the course of my pen
Maneuvered by an awkward heart
Rippling
On an ocean that breathes magic dust
To sneeze another life in
Labyrinths of my wake
I drink to
His explosion and when intoxicated
Should I mutter more
I turn off the box, listening
Smelling his skin
And watch a family of testudines
With their polished toes on the finish line
© 2009 v.j.m.a.
A Magritte painting evoking mystery
yet I conceal nothing
A calm man in his shorts fiddling
With an open box
There. And there again.
Leery eyes chart the course of my pen
Maneuvered by an awkward heart
Rippling
On an ocean that breathes magic dust
To sneeze another life in
Labyrinths of my wake
I drink to
His explosion and when intoxicated
Should I mutter more
I turn off the box, listening
Smelling his skin
And watch a family of testudines
With their polished toes on the finish line
© 2009 v.j.m.a.
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