By Nikki Quismondo
to feel the earth slip into your tongue,
to rapture a grand piano of notes quilted into your voice
to wrap midnight around your waist
to take a rose petal out for tea
to belong to a daydream of you and me kissing in gold weather
to yield upon a wild field of needs within
to drip into an orchid of aroma therapy
to enter into an open butterfly
to go without remembering the height of your black sea cliff
to take life all into a few breaths in and out of a liquid blue pen
to be able to understand the eleven dimensions that surround us fully,
to be anything inevitable in your world
are the many moments in Neptune in which I'd like to lay upon.
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