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PHILIP
KANE
Remember
the
blush
of
a
lip,
![]() the kiss almost red, desire’s voice growling & melting or devouring.
The
eye
embraces
magic,
pierces a window of present time’s blind blue angel.
Morning’s
warm dazzle. Your breath.
Animal
as
wildfire,
we explore & dance, linger like smoke with haunting joy
Eternity
is
a
feline
blaze.
We circle freely as sacred clouds & drink like gods
Never
wake
me
from this healing poetry. my skin is floating in the enfilade of rhythms a star in the ocean and pouring in a torrent between your hands your skin burnished a garden of candles you have the smile of a lotus bud don’t go no don’t go yet
I
will
come
to
you
slow pulse from the waters there is a wave rising in your belly in your heart
we
are
fragments
a kiss to the throat sealing the contract I see you turn I see you emerge your lips parted slightly |