Four, four line verses; five tablets, morning
& night; wilful, reckless with explorations
Sensations that I neither describe nor capture
Fractured segments from a life regimented
To exposure; the disclosure both fast and free
With loose associations: walks by seas & oceans
Motions in search of beauty’s seeds of procreation
Thighs in that heavenly place, between her knees
This is a poem from Vagaries:
Love of The Key to Room 149