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Nov 2014
adjusting for Daylight Savings Time,
time zones, seasons, global warming,
plotting the intersection optimal,
sleeping Asia
and down under
soon to early wake,
gurgling tremulations of brewing
coffee/tea/water pipes
turning here obsessively,
a mindful poetry fix to ennerve
morning stimulate

Europe, late, tired, hungover but
hanging about, hangover present,
pub stein draft eyeball crawling,
needful for goodnight eyelid kisses,
one last hit of tonguing words

the Americas, afternoon light,
watching sunsets & football,
discussing upon what to sup,
a cocktail of vermouth and words
to enhance the evening tide palate,
the finer pleasures in life
sequenced and combined

brings us to the question beggared
when to release,
your expiation of self
when be this perfect point in time,
your foolish vanity to please

post exactly when the
flushing heat of completion
forces the

Ooh's

from your mouthing lips,
rereading one last time,
knowing
an almost too be spent high,
an almost ****** of
verbal pleasure
needy for finality,
for that peeking, seeking
unknotting feeling,
when then
you press the
******* courage button called
Public

releasing a new sound guttural cri,

Aah's

of prideful indecent lovely exposure,
look at me, look at my gleeful thoughts
give me the post-****** tenderness,
the after kisses, fleeting reminders of
creation, absolution and death

most of you are too
innocent to understand,
too vain,
youthful self centered
to comprehend
that the time to
unravel, reveal, give it up,
make, take and
ask for love everlasting
is not a wall clocked
or a pre-calculated moment

but is the
moment of effervescent delight,
when you step back, away,
canvas gazing,
satisfaction yours

It's done.
That is the time to post.
no tarry, no wait,
when you have undressed yourself
are ashamed and ashamed not,
give it up, breathe, risk, dare,
fired up, in kiln cooling,
and
thereby, winning the won,
winnowing out your chaff,
be proud, not vain

when done right,
when you feast
on that best
self-administered pleasure,
your eyes cast upon
your work, your best,
go past the small place,
counting the quantifiable likes and reads,
that quantify nothing,
enjoy your smile silly, stupefied,
by the visible quality
of you,
now before and after you,
you see it, I see it,
now comes the understanding

you have already succeeded,
maximizing the finest in your life,
you have essayed,
you have assayed,
and found the vein,
mined the vein,
bring to the surface
your golden bloodied fleece
and that is
your max,
your time,
your perfection
11-2-14 6:02am as if that mattered
Third Mate Third
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Third Mate Third
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