Clutter of trains
Ever running into tunnels.
Endless reserves in two our bodies,
Passions smoldering in your saffron breasts,
A touch, nearness, distant embraces,
All sealed with kisses, yet unsealed.
Softness of shampooed hairs,
Warmth of the eternal fire,
Youth lingering in you and me;
Shared secrets and the unshared ones.
Nxxxx and me, me and her.
I think now, my poetry began
Then, in some distant wilderness,
Among fiery poppies and dew drunk mustards,
In the cluttering of the rails
In your heart and mine
And those withering glances.
2000
From Life in a Multiverse
Ever running into tunnels.
Endless reserves in two our bodies,
Passions smoldering in your saffron breasts,
A touch, nearness, distant embraces,
All sealed with kisses, yet unsealed.
Softness of shampooed hairs,
Warmth of the eternal fire,
Youth lingering in you and me;
Shared secrets and the unshared ones.
Nxxxx and me, me and her.
I think now, my poetry began
Then, in some distant wilderness,
Among fiery poppies and dew drunk mustards,
In the cluttering of the rails
In your heart and mine
And those withering glances.
2000
From Life in a Multiverse
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