There was once a blue marble
that grew to the size of a coffin
and melted away into seething
blank plastique faces.
Then a woman
of black hair
and nakedness erect;
no shame, just an open heart
and empty hands
and the smooth swells of two breasts.
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Your Hands, Infinity: A Collection of Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry for the Soul, for the Spirit, of the Cosmos, and of the Universal, of the Divine and our Consciousness, of a Friend and a Lover, to open a window in the heart and set ourselves free. Having been inspired by many visionary poet...
