Sacred

A stutter of stenciled stars like

Burgeoning works of art

From between my legs;

No thought given to basic space-

The light of morning

Illuminating the sacred on my face.

Pleasure’s always been man’s best escape,

But is it really magic to

Only momentarily erase

All else besides this perfect state?

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