Sunday, April 10, 2011

don't call it karma

extraordinary gratitude
unprecedented magnitude of grace
sunlight beaming onto
my sullen face
no interstellar faith would
shake me awake
my woman comforts and
consumes me
she keeps me
in place
what luck or
reciprocal cosmic system
granted me this
unburdened fortune in a
world of distortions and
empty promises made
just for the sake of verbal sounds
she commands a
better class of reality
invites me to share
we embrace each other’s
sameness and weakness
with the same enthusiasm
and understanding as when
together we devour
our tastes and talents

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