I have taken you under my wing
as an upturn sky for my flight.
I fly towards a horizon line
of your lips, parting to envelope me.
Kazoos of feelings
give way to harmonicas of spirit
as shared breath continues.
These bodies are sovereignties
of our cellular-bration.
The audience of us
takes up conversation
while soothing liquidity continues.
Smolder and simmer
get up to dance.
They disrobe
from their shadows of passivity
to be in motion,
freely into the light.
Experience is what wallflowers
would do with this.
The surreal disallows that!
Ripples go outward from the source.
Time passes as one hand clapping.
The pleasantries of sweet amnesia
have French-kissed into aliveness.
No one is wearing any meaning.
All that was previously visible,
lives invisibly now
basking in the light of this day . . .
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