and prowling, for my soul

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Hyacinth garden

of summer poetry

by the sea,

in the east.



reminiscent

of sunlight

on taut skin that fits.

so tight it drum rolls

to the rim shot

listen for a muse of the future

where there is something mysterious?



as if a voyage of discovery

conspicuous and spectacular.





serene like velvet,

for minutes

then the ghost

hears your beat

and

the world shrinks

in this naked lush

suddenly, blush and escalating,





onto night

and prowling,

for my soul.

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wonderful poem. I have

wonderful poem. I have enjoyed reading your work.