bliss

Standard

from broadway all the other avenues look crooked
and the sky is the color of electricity
jumping jacks of cosmic intervention under skin
make old muscles antsy and prickly
and the taste of summer lingers
on the back of my tongue
whisper sweet instruction to me
and my body will fold
into familiar hands that hold
mold
and roll
my soul

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