Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Something Central Somewhere

Pleasures – stolen – in those
sweet interstices of mind
that open up when you have
left the day behind

and dare to face the larger view –
to care for the exquisite
composition of what something
central somewhere seems

to want of you. Late May
applies its brush of summer
volupté and nothing doesn’t
yearn for you to play.


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