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Winter Blusters Toils

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Winter Blusters Toils jan 2020 jp melville Midnight hour tolls and I drink tea How did I so uselessly arrive here Midnight hour tolls. Around me forest winter blusters toils Cold penetrates odd invisible winds But I my woodfire Tea Feet up From shadows of the darkness My all life enfolds.

Losar Lhasa Tibet

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Losar Lhasa Tibet 2000 jp melville just listening to gg vikey Benin musician who disappeared inside himself have spent this saturday visiting with various people in their homes, eating food, drinking butter tea losar not much unlike Christmas exclude commerce and vanity of consumption so family, friends, food, timelessness like a dream i once had deja vu i n a moment of silence a young girl starts talking about her grandfather, his death, his reincarnation only myself listening, and a young woman working for the future generations folk translating in empty spaces a story from nowhere a monastery, fallen into disrepair somewhere far away, a gap through which the nuns can no longer pass... then new guests arrive more food meat the girl there gone for me, losar started three nights ago, in Tsetang, shared soup, toasts, songs, all around a wood stove a tibetan house the following night here in this hotel, w...

Mulberry Nipples

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Mulberry Nipples January 2019 jp melville I lost my mulberry nipple love Because of cold in temperature and cold of heart Where I sleep, this cold vestibule-come-porch I like all my blankets Knowing that fossil fuels have pointlessly tenderized our souls High and mighty horse I ride upon Vanity I think of Afat who was cold while we made love Just another blanket and a gentle twist on the thermostat Would have kept her mulberry nipples mine.

To Breathe My Spring - On Meeting You Today

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To Breathe My Spring On Meeting You Today 2019 may 22nd jp melville Spring I wait to breathe To rinse away my worries I imagine it to be Like waking, I open my eyes and beside me She eternity, sleeping Nut brown skin and eyelids dark draw me in Hallowed in soft morning's dawning light or Maybe laughter A confident conscious raucous thoughts roar My heart awakes I surge with joy Her nipples to my lips so We dream naïve and thus we thirst For child's innocence To hunger for mysteries of the wood To desire wind sweeping grasses open prairie A changing world and Birth rebirth yes I lust for woman content fecund full My Spring to drink to touch to breathe I yearn...