At certain intensely
solitary hours,
when the journey
to the center of the self
brings awareness to a level,
where duality is intolerable,
my bold **** self
with nothing to hide,
haunts the other:
the one merely dressed to ****
challenging time and again,
for a wrestling match
--a fight to the finish.
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 5:27 AM UTC
At certain intensely
solitary hours,
when the journey
to the center of the self
brings awareness to a level,
where duality is intolerable,
my bold **** self
with nothing to hide,
haunts the other:
the one merely dressed to ****
challenging time and again,
for a wrestling match
--a fight to the finish.
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