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  • Writer's pictureJen Marsden

Poem: Spectrum

Updated: May 31, 2021



It is not the lines you know 

Or even I

It is that deliciously dipping and skipping line

Unable to meet at either end, or in the middle


What I want now is that time to appreciate the flow

Where my heart leaps from a bosom


Where my lips take in the sensuous and the animal

Both raw in their own divine place

I will yearn for you both


Tete a tete a tete


Cyclical visions that sparkle 

In my cerebral cloud

These lines feel so

Right


Even in their delicious curves and dimples

Their long hair and their truth 

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