Sunday, August 7, 2016

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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