This blog compels me to write, without it I don't think I'd have the motivation. Most would think twice about posting their undistilled efforts; I find it helps to get ideas down, later I can come back to work them, and so, I'm re-posting some amended poems from a few years ago.
It does mean I get to look back on quite a few posts that should never have been let out, but I console myself with the thought that even the greatest photgraphers have taken god knows how many average photographs in their quest to capture their most prized images.]
Explorer
Collecting your warmth on the palm of my hand:
explorer of exotic landscapes,
brushing over the warm skin,
the shallow arc of your back.
Behind closed eyes:
the sunlit concave of a desert dune
amidst an undulating vastness:
the sun-warmed backs of dreams.
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