Middle Poetry

She is the love lake

Resurrecting the fire escape

Of my foundation

Allowing a resounding

Renunciation

Of drama

She walks on the pillows of histories

Clouds

As our beings continue to combine

In Buddhist

Time

Reincarnating

Discussions of future

Juggling schedules

Like children juggling marbles

She was there then

First crush

First kiss

First touch

First sex

She is all those women

Times 7

Holding hands through infinity

On the city street

Coming and going

But never leaving

Like elementary school kids

With their incessant teasing

Pleasing the telepathy of thoughts

Undiscovered

Crumbling

Berlin walls

Bringing forth

Democracies

Role reversal

She makes me feel feminine

Makes me say

“Don’t stop”

Makes me beg for more

An oasis in dehydration’s desert

Quenching

Saturating

Infiltrating

The posturing of insecurity

Nomadic

Woman

Mixing the breaks

With the beats of heart

Spinning

A soliloquy

The left-handed love child

Of Dickinson and prince

Baptizing sinful desires in holy elation

Traveling past the corner bodega to Saturn’s rings

Flying behind the breeze of Pegasus’ wings

Time may be borrowed

But that is okay

I’ll always remember this feeling

It

Will

Not

Go

Away

Will return in the morning like the sun

Leaving with the presence

Off her spiritual moon

Cosmic interlocking

In the shadows of these city streets

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