comfort equals full use of the body for communication
peaches at southern sunrises
like around arizona
up near the mirror sky
she had eyes like ice on the ocean across the watering hole
with army jeans and angels draped over breast
everything was red
pleasing to see and
and taste and
sweet Mother cactus
feed us in our days of these years to pass now that
light is free...
come to me...
- david lee wright
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