Friday, March 2, 2007


Twenty nine years in
a vat yet not ready for
feelings of old age

Images converge
on the mirage of body
moulded yoni

Seeking pleasure
in moulded faces
tiny fingers

My being grows
from her flame in the mind
feeding soul

Expand smile
marigold's yellow petals--
the spring sun

Flying to the tubelight
one after the other
two owls picking moths


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