when we make love
i remember a fruit blend
of strawberry
and mango and melon
i like the ground ice
inside my head
when i close my eyes
after we make love
i see blue skies and white herons flying
i hear the songs of angels
i sense the world slowly revolving
and then dissolving
into a very hollow space
in perfect silence.
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