There’s no magic,
just unknown things
scientists haven’t wrangled into
submission yet,
and until they do
I’ll take my place among the
primitives
who stand in awe of
the perfection of a rose
the tingling of sugar
the impulse to move to music
the massive silent afterglow of orgasm
and I will enjoy them
all the more
for their untamed mystery.
Wow! EXCELLENT, my friend!
ReplyDeleteMost excellent, indeed!! You captured in words the thought I was thinking earlier! Much enjoyed!
ReplyDeleteThis poem is kind of magical! :)
ReplyDelete...and may the scientists never capture your poetry.
ReplyDeletewell done!
yes...:)
ReplyDeleteBuddah, I couldn't agree with you more!
ReplyDeleteBuddah, AMEN, brudda! This says it all. A world without magic would not be worth the dwelling in.
ReplyDeleteYour keep hold of your magic, babe, and keep lending us bits of your wizardry via this blog. Much love from your sistah, Ameleh
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