on a frosted mountain top
four friends sip warm froth
comforted by slightly similar lives
variegated experiences of philosophy and sexuality
interrupted by the desperation
poverty, liquor, and native land disputes
unable to convey love without stern rejection
ample reminders of perfection
amongst our human flaws
scone crumbed lips I wish to kiss
that smile intoxicatingly broad and inclusive
gazing right into brown eyes
warm, familiar, radiating sensuality of spirit and flesh
a booming baritone voice in my left periphery
spills philoshophy with sexy intrigue
for mystical matters
this kindred council
reminds my flesh why it is offered
for pleasurable pursuits
that might embrace minds
flicker familiarity
bring union to what is
always has been
forgotten for a moment
lasting uncountable lifetimes
this is the blessing
of hot tea
with warm friends
below frozen water
stopped in time as it dripped
succombing to gravity
a dance interrupted
with phallic grace
until heat and memory
help it accomplish its aim
Posted Elsewhere on 12/14/07
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