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DROP DEAD GORGEOUS
Drop dead gorgeous
Looking for a home
Baby full of Venus
Speaking softly with shy eyes
Yoga pants yelling for attention
And with hands of a roaming Navajo
Warm and of the earth I touch her face gently
Yet tinged with spiritual knowledge
Like how to ascend a ladder
That isn’t visible
Like how to calm a mind
Then can be temperamental
How they do that is unclear
Even to the practitioner
Not a move or a position
Not a word in an empty ear
Not just a kiss from soft lips
Or the expressive eyes
Of a meditating master
Perhaps a combination
Maybe it’s me and her
Maybe the spinning cosmos will
Bring Polaris into focus
And she too can be the center
Of a spinning galaxy
If only just for an hour or two
Bringing it to sharp focus
That all good lasts.
All the best we did
The most perfect moments –
They last
Somewhere in our mutual consciousness
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