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when we are close,
so close,
just skin on skin,
no space within,
I can feel our bodies talk
cell to cell
and warmth to warmth,
and,
breathing your sweet smell,
I drift away
into a better world
of love and peace;
so please,
come close, my love ...
It was about April or May
when the artist faced his muse.
Then first she opened her heart
then she opened his shirt
and his trousers
and then she opened her legs.
And with each drop of seed
he pumped into her
he gave her new life and spirit.
Alien-Alarm!
They are here at last!
Hide! Run!
They come ...
... and eat everyone!
I walked her landscape
with gentle fingertips
blowed kisses
over her hills
made the temples grow
rested
in her Eden
through the darkness
of the space
I entered colours of the time
and while I waited there
to understand
truth was mine
found a beauty born on drawing paper • waiting for a rest • savouring her relaxation