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AN EQUATION EQUAL TO RELATIVITY

 

An entirely different and distinct person

Can emerge chrysalis-like

In brilliant sun or on bar keep’s stool

Separated from the other by a thousand days.

Queen Anne she might have been

For no one held more power

Between the profile of her face

As she slept looking up

Or the angular proportions

Of the velvet body

Or the wide smile elicited

By the simple phrases we used

Common possibly to others

But for us, unique and true.

Love, honey, sweet, baby

All wrapped in kisses

Available, ever and anon

Until words fail us

And morning moves on

            Now, separate and alone and running fast

            I feel the wind again

            At my back.

            Can I really go this quick?

            Can I float above the hard pack?

            Yes, I believe I am so doing

            Why not join me miss?

            Guess the way to mischief

            Call me with your voice

            I don’t hear phone tones

            I just touch real torsos

            Selected oh so tenderly

            An equation equal to relativity            

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