SOAP BUBBLES
It just won't wash.Politics is skin
deep.
Ephemera seduce our
sensei.
There is no Forever.Each night,a
line
is written on your skin.Dreams slip in
between that incision.If you do not
forget them
they remain within,waiting for
expression.
Lifetimes waiting for a bus.For
love.For time to pass.
Whole mornings bright coffee/whole
evenings herbal tea.
Like unrolling Kerouac's ON THE ROAD
manuscript
only to discover it was both a script,a
road,a movie and a book.
Hourglass in the sands.Waterhole
salvations.
Between ,we sip,taste,go
dry,flood,awash with experiences
You were dancing in your skin long
before you knew
Unfolding is an art
form,too!
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