Every spot is rising
Covered with the hopes
and dreams of a new connection
love dripping, sopping wet,
sopping over the edges
sun kissed hills and royal blue waves
cities filled with young hopeful entrepreneurs
activists and poets, artists and infamous criminals
all waiting to tickle our brains
all the way to bed and back again
i heard you speaking
the warm rush of difficult syllables
falling on unwelcoming ears
except mine—open, loving, expectant
i saw you reaching out
first with the smallest gesture,
smiles, and manly deeds
stimulating unwanting thighs
except mine—hoping, yielding to your touch
Landscapes rolling before us
The most beautiful in the world
moments of sheer mirth dripping from our supple minds
Fully felt, deeply dreamed and wanted and yearned and cried and screamed and frustrated with life, and hopeless, and compassioned for
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