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Click herePan paniscus got it right.
Let's shed fig leaves,
and weave them into a basket shelter
on a branch.
Stare at the sky,
in the still lingering glow
of one explosion,
at the glow
before stars drown in cyan.
There, when I lap
dew from your skin
and dawn from your eyes,
we will lay modern man to rest.
There, in the thunder
of a thousand melodies
greeting the full circle,
our barks at a descending moon
will fit the fugue.
And the day will warm our vessels
from above
like we warmed them
from within.
Did you travel into the distant future during your hiatus? Wherever you went, it stoked your creative furnace! This is a sizzling bit of erotica, here.
oh I could just go Apes over this Poem <grin>
nice write~
thanks for the read
Art~