CUDLA Poem by ROOT
may we reach capacities unknown,
as you rest upon your throne: we connect. we recharge. we embody. our bodies hitched, fares no weakness, but, separated we endure the blemish of worldly strain. let my mind hug yours, the way my arms nest your body and may we forever know each other: in tune, in touch, in verse, forever. Dom S. Flagg © 2015 ROOT |
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