Pose and Proetry love and rants

Twinkles Of Transparency

When you're romantic with a meditator, it's not just lusty.


the brushes of entanglement
the fire of desire
nothing remains but
heat and wind

casting the lace veil of hair from your face
strumming each eyebrow as it flows along
plunging through your eyes
the mists of agitation billow then clear
no cataracts of distraction
to conceal your seeking
just twinkles of transparency