kissing june

The pulsing of your stomach searches for something to expel.

The spell and sparrows outside empty their bowels.

Does beauty lie in the things most rejected?

Perhaps it could be too much to imagine that the white spatters that lie on the pavement reflect profundity or gentleness.

But your struggling body, searching for ways to comfort itself enlightens me.

Where the hourglass of your figure retreats it also squirms in heat.

Overwhelmed by senses, your flesh can only contain sweetness-the rest dispelled.

If only the spindles of my hands could reach inside your skin and give your organs a love-squeeze.

Naked, the inside of my body is trying to mimic yours, but I rest.

Did I overlook the struggle when it was most imperative?

Is vitality the cure for pain, or its sister?

The mockingbird wishes to spite us but he has dropped a petal.

Here, eat this ginger. We will make music with the sounds and turn the writhing into dance.

Come, let your neck receive my cheek and we will spin.

Bill and Hillary

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LONGLAND

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Climbing, Mountaineering, Mt. Rainer

Photograph by: Dan Duncan (Athens, GA), August 2010, Seattle, WA

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Moment

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Rare White Killer Whale Photographed

Originally observed in August 2010 near the Commander Islands in the North Pacific, researchers decided to wait until the animal had been studied further before releasing photographs.

Photo: E. Lazareva / Newscom

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