ten cent poem
Space Christals
ten cent poem
reflection in a looking glass
for our softer parts
listen to the mute wisdom
of us entangled
feeling each other’s heat
like the dying embers
of a fire on the beach
twisting together, entwined,
searching our softer parts
with all that we have in us
and collapsing in our own sweat.
Agnew T. (Goldwater) Pickens
01.20.20..12
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