Walt Whitman said "Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes." Among my multitudes are Buddhism, pacifism, polyamory, self-examination, libraries, and science. Perhaps my various adventures will be interesting to others.
Funny how that happens, spring arrives and one of those sap-is-rising poems comes to me.
spring's song
the wind
wraps around
my calves
travels up
under my short skirt
a teasing suggestion
of a hand
asking permission
to enter
to ravish me
and celebrate
the lascivious display
of life all around
Posted by Heidi at 3/12/2005 12:16:00 AM
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That poem rocks!
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