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Touchable
Touchable
I resort in sacred chambers
To meditate on an untouchable
Presence….
Tirades of passion simmer
Like magna spawn lava
Creating liquid paths,
I know lead to paradise…
The romantic gist of conflict
That appreciates the sweetness
Which is shared between lips,
Even before hips gyrate or
Stroll through forbidden
Gardens late…
Only to Skinny-Dip In forever
Like two lovers lost In summer,
Hoping to capture;
The presence of soft touches,
Holy spirits & volcanic eruptions.
- Ray X. Johnson 1/1/10
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Ray X. Johnson
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