Erotica Unbound
Words on the page
reach out, touch me
in places forgotten.
Heart rhythm and tone
uniquely stirring
the deepest primal home.
A surge spreading
from waiting wildness within
flooding dry shores.
On the cliffs above
A diver hesitates – then -
falls like a plunging bird.
Deep, deep
beneath the lid of the lake
lost to light and sound.
Those words remind me,
take me,
soak into…
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