Alchemical Passes For Father And Son - Turning Thighs To Diamonds - Third Pass - Poem by Warren Falcon
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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