Tuesday, June 18, 2013

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The ball that is you
throbs & thrums
with a sound falling somewhere between
a
meadowlark's song & the sound of sighs
there is an echo of thunder in my bones
as the ball expands & contracts
expands & contracts
with
each
breath
each beat of blood rising
and
falling ,,,,
in the center of heart, my chest
this ball
becomes summer's crescendo of heat
and
moon-knowing
this ball becomes
me. 

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