Of the world...

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My world
is not a fortress;
I made it open
and inviting
and it has its bounds
not impregnable.
Yet my space
and my time are
precious, for
flowers bloom
there.
My thoughts wander
here and there
and then come to
rest 
there.
My dreams take
shape and then
change into
a thousand more
shapes
there.
I am of the world
but not always
for the world
there.

Firm but not Final...

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It got dark
and then darker
with no glimmer of light.
I wasn't rattled.
I stood unmoved
taking in the darkness
which slowly turned 
a shade gray.
Some outlines I could
make out
and some spaces.
My guts knew 
I would get out.
I had learnt to trust 
none else.
Every cell in the body
was alive and taut
and the spirit moved 
freely through and in
the veins.
Words turned 
into tunes
and then became
notes
of a clarion

and the call
still reverberates 
in the yonder.

In fullness....6

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As day breaks anew
my mind travels back
to see a life
fashioned to fill
the self
with possessions
that needed space,
to fill the space
with actions of all kind
and a mind
teeming with ideas
and a body on
the fire of passion
driven up
all the time
to nowhere.
As I stand here
devoid of action
a strange contentment
gathers up
from my feet and
fills me inside
and out.
I just watch
amazed
unmoving.

Of Intimacy...

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When doors closed
and darkness spread
we met
lighting up each other
and the one life.
Our spirits united
to lift us into the world
yonder
where no one
not even a thought
can enter, nay, peep.
We bared our bodies
and our souls
so that we could touch
each other in the deepest
cores
and light that fire
to rocket us into
the unknowable space.
As I sit here alone
I carry those intimate
moments all over
and all into me.

Smoothly...

Aleksandr Fess, model: Stasia Shpits

Smooth is the light
and smooth is the touch
of the pearls 
that I hold in 
the necklace
that sits smoothly
on my nape
as I circle 
my breasts
smoothly
with my hand
and the curves of my
body
smoothly drape
the sensations
that drop from my mind
into my space.

Some times...2

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When things fall in place
there is a fragrance
wafting in
that tells me
of the short life
this happiness has.
I know I can't hold on 
to it for long
so I take it in
real deep within
and shut out time
and space.
I am with the fragrance
full of it
and I evaporate
with it into tiny specks
each carrying the fragrance
in full.

Ravages of time

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Vastness of space
I am trying to box
in a timeless gaze
What once was great
now stands dried stiff
What flows in my veins
will neither freeze nor cease
but will flow in the reins of the race
Yet there is a nameless throb
in my heart and in my loins
that makes me touch the
skin of the dry trunk.

So much happens

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Not for me
the edifices of power
and certainty 
that enshrine the mortal
fantasy of  immortality;
time passes as 
I rest awhile
on the weather-beaten
treasures that lie
in ruins and
I remind myself
so much happens
in the space between
those fleeting moments.