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Tryst Poetry by PJ Nights |
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Tryst Poetry by PJ Nights |
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With your touch I’m ageless all legs and arms, fingers and toes, a composite of what I was a child on the beach, legs all the way to my shoulders, I dart back and forth from land to sea. Arms work the pail, move oceans into a brown-sugar tunnel to China. And what I will be an octogenarian, residing in the very tips of me. My fingers push through the leaves of your poems; toes rock my chair to their rhythms. With you I’m all wings and roots: a seabird on stilts ridiculously long, my knees bending backwards under the pressure of your lips on mine, a banyan tree, aerial feelers fusing heaven to earth with every kiss from here to there. In the rush of hips to meet each thrust, I’m you and you, me; we’re all arms and legs, an eight-limbed starfish, spiral- armed, a whirlpool of light.
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