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Homage to now
by Jacqueline Craven

Lying in your arms
magic flies like gnats on a summer night
we make this moment ours
blood thickens
primal throbbing life.
moths flutter
worms squirm
wriggling rippling, quickening
breath flows cool, mint sweet
you anoint me with oil
senses on overload
light leaks a lovely glow
scents of lavender incensing air
a sacred sacrament to
                       now



 

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