Transcendence
Listening to "Angel From Montgomery" on loopand driving, always driving somewhere,
My mind bathes itself in melody,
slow soaks in sultry lyrics that-
gently drip
from the thin washcloth,
quietly echo
as they sink into milky waters,
swirl around me, seep
into my pores
collect in
tiny, delicate pools,
trickle as
they join beaded others
that gather and run down,
a knowing shiver-
I'm sitting at this stoplight,
but I've left the earthly plain-
Suddenly, I feel your dark eyes roaming
And I have to let down my hair.
Diary by R.W.S.
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Written on 2024-02-24 at 21:23
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