It
is the
night part of morning.    Four planets remain visible.

You
are still in my bed
asleep after an evening of love
and you reading abt experiments in education in the
beautiful hills of North Carolina.    Small
tears well up & drain from me more salty pain. Tears
have come now from utter joy. Need for true union has
blossomed in me as pumpkin flowers have blossomed
in our front yard garden.
My vision does not fail me this time for there is Venus in my
eyes, bright & Mercury, Jupiter, Saturn & Orion.

Vast seas of sky @ morning night.
Orange colored galaxies,
libraries of blue, an atmosphere
of serenity where machines are replaced in
dreams by flying bicycles & rabbit movements what
stir the actions of men negotiating time & grass.
Inside
the words there is no color, but in the
poems a double rainbow, fat as molasses, escapes the bodymind.

Songs emit from this new universe, they
have shaped the bodymind &
blossomed into universes of cicadas & doppler fantasies
in saxophone rendering logic moot.
The warmth of your insides beneath the
pale quarter moon has rendered another
crystal moment of sanity amidst the rarely-abating roar, a
library of memories
of two engaged in oneness accompanied by the joy of salt &
tears.

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