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04/30/10
Notion
When we were last together, A seemingly facile notion Came tripping off my thoughts, Just slipped out, on a fugitive exhalation, And made its way, from my lips,
To the recesses of your resonating mind, Where it radiated concentric reflections, About the nature of aging souls, Their potential for wisdom to take hold, Grace to displace haste, waste,
When they decide life is late, That they'll never again taste love As they did at fifteen, twenty-three, In those seasons of rife innocence That had everything to do with newness,
Not reality, accruing to their urgency, The pure, raw passion Erupting uncontrollably, excessively, The hormones and genes rioting — Wild, blind, feral, primal...sublime.
And how could I have imagined That a thought so seemingly innocuous Could contain such profundity, Such deep-reasoned meaning, And touch the two of us so intimately
As to bring us to passion's caverns, Let us find, in each other's bodies, spirits, The treasures of deities, When all that I really said was "We're old enough to know how young we feel"?
04/30/10
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