I
wonder if Ginger will be waiting for me
when
I cross the line?
Or
if I will find a greater love
from
a previous time?
I
wonder if Ginger will have a number
of
loves from the past
and
I will have a similar collection?
I
wonder if the drives and desires of life
on
earth will be gone?
I
wonder if we will be like amoebas
collected
into the Godhead?
I
wonder if the other side is blankness
with
no awareness
like
a deep sleep?
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The grim old age
of the woman
in the mirror
with her orange tear
How cruel Pablo
Did
you invite a fecund,
pretty
girl to
what
surely lies ahead
by
lingering with you
How cruel Pablo
Or was that her psyche
you were portraying
with a grim image
gazing back at her
How cruel Pablo
(Inspired by Pablo Picasso’s “Girl Before A Mirror”)
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A kiss upon waking
What a wonderful way
To begin every day
Familiar tongues touching
In sex sensual play
Coming in the door
After a long day
Of tedious work
The welcoming kiss
a delightful perk
Dinner with wine
Talk
of our day
Climbing the stairs
Into our bed
for sleep and play
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