Antidote

Pleasure came today to visit,

all his pleasing symmetries

and existential physics combed

and tinted gold and rose

and eased into reposeful grace –

the widest places of him warming

into tendrils, freely forming,

floating sensuously out – as if

the only antidote to doubt were he:

which antidote, he said because

I happened at the moment to be
hosting him, included me!

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