Best In Addition Poems

Not asleep
with your arm
laying over my chest.
The stackers of
moments play a
symphony of muscle and bone.
I stay too long
on my hip and turn
to get my back on the bed.
Reminders
from the interior distance
decorate the night....

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Oh, they say
The Iris is closer
        To the source
   Of the fire
   And yes, the
Final calling is what
  We finally desire
But standing naked
In front of God,
       ...

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