Tourmaline ankles
like the wind
stretch my eyes gravity
downward.
I reach your
soft vellum
flesh of apricot toes
cradle it within my hands.
I am impressed by
the architecture
how it sways and swings
like a bridge
spanning all my horizons.
I have seen beauty
but upon the ground
it has no equal.
Kevin Harling.
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