journey to the Center of the Earth –

rife with tunnels vision glowing

we adhere to Circumstance

and dance a knowing Hornpipe, a

tarantella of mixed

intention the muscled vagueness of our ideas

thrust out with Longing and Surmise

as you shelter Warmth in your

hips your Smile

a knowing remission of unspoken ideas

laid out

before you like long lines of

a careful calligraphy will

you stop

and caress me now a lone figure with

salt on my lips the warm

embrace

of an intimate knowledge? --

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