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Fear will not get upper hand today
for I am swimming in waves of light
where fear dare not go...
else it would drown.
Everyone reads the same words,
But the meaning is always different.
It's in the mind of the reader,
Where it's hidden,
The meaning of the poem.

Some relate to the emotions,
Some just like the words.
Some can interpret as it is,
Some take it to another level.
It's in the eyes of the reader,
Where it's hidden,
The beauty of the poem.

For some it's a song,
For some it's a lesson.
For some it's just a saying,
For some it's a passion.
It's in the heart of the reader,
Where it's hidden,
The purpose of the poem.

Sometimes it reminds us of a good time,
Sometimes it makes us cry.
Sometimes it's just what we wanna hear,
Sometimes it shows the ugly side.
It's in thoughts of the reader,
Where it's hidden,
The truth of the poem.
conquer me
with your words,
for I am a poet
     of soul
my mind as open
as my spread thighs
my lotus aching
to welcome
your sword of gold
Unsheathe.
Come close.

until there is no light
between us
for inside grows
a luminance,
             ever-burning
as sharp as ghost pepper
as soothing as
spilt milk
on petalsilk skin
as nourishing as
the stillness
of secret ponds
let us spin our tongues
into lava flowers
as we call forth courage
from the sunken
mists
   of
       time
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