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A Circle of Heat
On her, my mind eclipsed,
a timebomb ticked in a thimble,
muscles bench-pressed the sky.
Under her, I am a sun warmed lake,
a bucketful of moonlight,
a lamb suckling upon a mother lion.
Our above and below passions
tumbled over and over, until we knew
nothing of up and down.
Fire and tears,
snow melting on hot iron,
the wild laughter of hunting angels.
A reckless love
assaulting time and space,
as if we could break-through,
any notion
of ceilings and floors.
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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