Walk Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

Walk



at night we are stopping
before ourselves
in darkness delighted

with the nudity
and the closeness
of bodies

we are examining
the resistance to the touch
pointing imagination

to secret paths
of delight administered
effectively

as the antispasmodic at dawn
we are dreaming continuation
of the walk of hands...

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