clean sheets fresh
brewed tea combed
soft hair daylight
rippled with cold
small starts
daily miracles
but inside
stretching delta of
desire
all whole all flowing
reaching ocean abandon
who is to
say which
salt is pleasure
which
silt is restraint
all is ecstasy and fertile
live here says
the heart
on every day ordinary
undaunted by
yearning live here
says the heart
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