Spelunking 3
standing before
me more a sink
hole or an
orifice of
sorts
reportedly to be
tightly deep
that was
what
i
came for more
then explore
but to but
heads
with
that which was
said to be a
new door
toward
a
natural expression
of a depression
of one that one
might want
again and
more so dropping
a plum line of
weight so
waiting
to tell
how deep was this
well while sweat
beading my
forehead
said
though tight to fit
it was well
worth the
worth of
this
and so slowly entered
descending as a
dissenter as
pleasure
was
after all
what i was
uncovering what
i always wanted to
do to love and discover
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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