Coalescence
Why did we not meet sooner
When for so many events
We were there together
How much music did we both enjoy
Together same place
Dancing in the same space
If you were an early riser
Why did I not see you in the morning
We took our breakfast
Broke our omelets right there
You were under the table over and
Over from eggs to waffles to bacon
Fried crisp
We met as the blush of your
Rose rose up as I held you
Warm in the warm rain
Washing us clean bringing
Smiles to our lips as I caressed
Your head our blood pulsing
Toward each other mingling
In an intimacy deep as a well
Not Heaven not Hell
A Pagan tub where Diogenes dwelled
Blessing our tumescence
Jack 7/12/13
Apricocks... Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed and to arise; -Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream
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