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On my back with mouth agape
Breathing made harder by her movements.
I do my best and swallow straight
Wanting nothing but to please my dentist.
On my back with mouth agape
Breathing made harder by her movements.
I do my best and swallow straight
Wanting nothing but to please my dentist.
Sitting in quiet reflection
Every moment closer to equilibrium
I take another sip of tea.
I see the path to the door
A history of lines and dents
Beyond it a calling:
A soft and easy, embracing light.
Yet I stay inside,
Not hiding, instead striving,
As here, I feel, offers more.
Carving the curves
Two tires tracing similar lines
Bushido of No Minds.
One moment
Black birds against tangerine vapors
Seconds later
A silver speck streaks across the blue.