All of me....2

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I had never imagined
being mired in
the rut of daily living
that there could come
a day
I would just
feel fulfilled
wholesome
sensuous
sexual and
sacred.
And it was when
everything beautiful 
ended
beautifully
with no yearning
no pain
only a sweet ache
and there was no other
- only the loving
longing
lolled around
lightly
all over me.

I love those...

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I love those woods
where existence mingles with both
fall and spring,
growth rustles with the breeze
and the straight stands guard
to the curved.
I love those curves
which have a movement of
their own,
a smoothness that comes
from love of living and
a flight of imagination
that holds immensity
in its grip.
I love those curves....