Chicano Poet

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Meeting Of The Minds

Each time we meet again
which is exceedingly rare

we let our desires intermingle
descended from apes

nothing shames us
nothing’s taboo

at night we are bats
at dawn sparrows

sparks fly
embers darken

just when we get
a handle on the sun

night falls
around the moon


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