Laughter is soul medicine
Meaning
I leaned into my own cure
This evening.
My fellow travelers
Loosed with
Diamonds in their skies,
We passed by in cycles
Searched through soundtracks
Of Saturn and space waves.
We went lightless but bright
Soft and quiet
Except for the
Bumps in the road and
The lumps in my throat
Which turned into us four
Perched on the old branch
Smoking in the tree,
Straddling gaggled and giddy,
Hidden in our play.
There was a binary star
And my face in all the flowers.
Following my desire,
In the arts of so many shadows,
Slightly drunk on jasmine
And pollen showers-
I found my eyes
Like kissing hawks
Awakened with the owls.
All became my lover's body,
Prowled with possibility.
I pressed my hands
Against the earth,
This night caressed in mirth.
Then called back to winding path
Through the rosemary tunnel,
Into the darker little forests
Perfectly restless
In such communion
With union as its aftermath.
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