Urination, Don'T Take It For Granted
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Dick Burton examining Liz Taylor's rectal sphincter for blood.
That's love.
Sexual love. Pornographic, anthropological, primate love.
* * *
The white pine whispers
What the wind can't say.
In the blowdown there's a slow ballet.
* * *
I am a citizen of the empire.
Moonlight & heartbeat.
Watres pipyng hoot.
* * *
One hawk.
Flying low, scaring crows.
No snow.
* * *
Summer morning, rabbit in my garden.
Let it be or send a warning.
Let the rabbit eat my peas.
* * *
Avoid the I,
Void yourself, and enter the void?
I think not.
Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015
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