Nobody's Poetaster
poetical musings
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Unfinished - penned July 1975 - Somewhere Pacific
The closest men intersect with reality
are the fleeting moments
when the entire being compacts
into an island on the body
screaming for attention,
lost in the energy of sex
or slapped with the intensity
of pure pain.
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