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SHE SITS IN CROSS LEGGED POSTURE

 

She sits in cross legged posture

Higher than the highest Yoda

Waiting on the hippest tripper

To climb the hills

To reach toward the peak

To almost give up

Through resistance

Until she beckons

Eyes, fingers, lips concocting

A love soup from a hot kitchen

            She asks if you’re single

            You say no

            I never mingle

            She gives the grip of her life

            To make sure you remember her right

Unwilling to let go of your hold

You smile

And reside a minute

In the thought of where

You could be

In that girl’s destiny

            Until the bell sounds

            And fidelity makes its value known

            Fantasy, reality,

            All the same

                        You get it eventually

                        The mix of love passion and vision

                        Taking each to his own pinnacle

                        Of realization

That karma and chromosomes

Are a delicious equation

Lurking in a web

That takes over

And carries couples past restriction             

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