Here now this morn
the palms are in focus again
mirrored of course by soles of feet
they always pulsate in tandem
radiating magnetic heat
rapture spikes till the bursting point
then pauses like a hovercraft
we smile but if we did not know
we’d take these bliss bursts as witchcraft
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