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Monday, September 16, 2013

Rising on Thermals


A sweet confession
assuaging  guilt and regret;
curative honey,

Soaring on thermals,
sucked from mire of lost galleons;
tasting forgiveness.

Wafts of hot steam
penetrating raw marrow;
washing away blame.

The very first kiss
The allure of maiden breasts
The absence of shame.

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