sun sets like the final bit of
cooling as the element and instrument
fling away the heat

sea scent solitude
pristine precarious
ageless various
imagery and water
carry us away
and back through our lessons
and our lattitudes.


I love feeling in love in spite of
possesive jealosy, a selfish
rogue stirring resentment, rapscallion
upending right communal balance.
Rending the delicate tapestry
of truth, trust and communication.
Standard stirring, mixing, preventing
Stagnation. Straining and strengthening
the community musculature.
Unconditional love, feeling and
filling in the healing wealth. No strings,
stipulations, manipulations.

- mark twohy

©2003 Mark Twohy
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