Memories cling

Like faded cologne

Perfume traces

Buried in my bones

Refreshed with a good thought,

Apart from the world

Yet suffused with it

And through one another

We see the universe

Unadorned and all the more

Beautiful for it

Like soft conversations

Knotted together and clothed

In perspiration and


My love is dumb and crass

But it approaches refinement

Through practice and


So here, I practice

The ongoing seduction

A glorious game

Soul architecture

Day and night,

Feet in my lap

Whispering sonnets

Written in my thumbs

Against your aching arches

My favourite audience.


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