beauty, love, poetry, sex, women


We see the
Spark of the divine
Within one another
The clarity of vision
Honed to a fine point
Cuts away the dead
But see where my sins
Stain my skin
Less than some
More than others
But I turn
Show you and tell
You I no longer walk
In such stretches of
Touch me
Feel the animal
Purity and its
In service of
Responsibility and
The quiet safety
Because the scales
Fell from my eyes
And I

With attention and skill

As an equation

Not an injunction


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