a healer says
my sufferings not my fault:
karmic imprint
pay him twenty dollars
break free from the past weight gain
***
dull notes of life
await re-ordering —
rhythm and pitch
behind closed walls humming
to search my own music
***
lying in sun
on a straw mattress
a nude couple
whisper dreamed-up nest
when their ship comes in
***
taunting the old pain
in the brothel of bed
kitchen or shower
she fears the freaky bodies
snaky arousal and peak
***
Shiva and Shakti
our freedom in union
twin flame of love
rolling in grains of sand
transcending together
***

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