Joseph P. DiMino Poet Free verse

My Soul's Aboriginal

There are times
I can think only of you
Satisfied fully
Entering that place
All leading to you
The area of my mind
Wishing no outside of border
Within the curvature of your
Flowing, pure line
Over your natural texture
That scent indigenous of you
My Soul’s Aboriginal

It is here on tranquil plane
Back in the garden
Of Journey’s Beginning
Before the fall and erosion
Wanting only You
To breathe with me once more
The dear essence
Touch and travel together
A perfect surface of my being
Awaken that kernel of Light in me
And to hold
Dear lord I beg
For just one moment
Myself a full risen sun
Before a new night
And the dawn
Of yet
Another
Unknowing

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