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she saw
as I drift in
I wanted to get
the cinnamon in my nostrils
and another taste
of the duck that was
roasted and baked right here
I can admire the
fumes rising off the yams
and sweet potato with garlic onion
another bit of chicken broth
this pinch of fresh basil
and cheese, aged and smoked,
like your hug
like the slow stew peppers, hot,
a green leaf to set off
that plate of a palate chase
our desire
is a mix of recipe
and instinct
we mesh together
and baste
our tenderness accordingly…

gliding lighting on a cloud
of lower power and reflected lightning
a star fade that draws me in
unexpected as your face was again
seen at a
moment I never saw coming
adventures on a
pair of feet a thousand feet off the ground
a book that is
true that no person could believe
many series of our days
flow like this
as if a
tree at work to fight and climb and
accomplish as if driven to find
a sunshine glow
that saves a long good future
from unexpected turns
of emotional firestorms