fiction 

feeling painting

 

long wet undulating wild; (warmth 

 

                                            among cool air. 

                                            as a baby foal walks:

                                            new, and, unsure

 

                   t i p o f a l i p s p i t moist ly

a little pink s o f t n e s s

 

perfect unity:

2 without boundary, yet 

1 and 1, each

ideal as a vision

 

                                        effervescent wisps of feeling paint air     

 

enveloped, as in clouds,

or the mane of a lion,

in the shangri-la of our together-mind

 

( g o l d e n).

 

                                    more swaths of transparent, shimmering pink 

lost, in

                                    cirrus bands of silver and coral, blurred and misty

 

lean back and 

 

, heyy . . . 

 

we could

talk or (kiss) or (more)

 

I just don’t want to mess with your mind or,

give you the *wrong idea*…

 

                                    (a stroke unfurls, wetly, immediately, precociously)

 

okay? 

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uhm,

                                    (lost in it)

 

now you’re playing hard to get- I knew I should have played my cards closer.