Warren Falcon (04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)
Alchemical Passes For Father and Son - Turning Thighs to Diamonds - Third Pass
all authority and
you reveal too much,
dew wet, still sticky
to the touch.
deserves a frown.
yields surprise for
what always unites -
gone to wildness
slow embrace of
And shadows shall win the day.
That wild sweetness is a stolen base.
That the tongue is an untended garden.
That there is a burning soft hands can know.
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