To Touch Swaying Veils

Hands, conditioned by so many positions
Swinging sledge hammers in the sun
Pugilistic dissection/precision of punches perfectly-placed
Closed quarter combat: Manhandling mother-fuckers on a mat

Penning of poetry: Upon the illumination of firelight  

Cupped, collecting-accumulations: Internal-astral
At hand, the power of destruction/creation-creation/destruction
Cupping shadows & light, slipping into slips: Just right
Depth of contemplation, maze-like formation: Astral-internal

How they unfold, barbaric-elegant: Grasping the chalice

 An elegance of lambent, arm-chair engagement, preparatory for stages
Sip-touching lips, lips that have left trails of kisses upon hips
Having spoken such strange solemnities, where stages were engaged

Setting the stage for further stages, grand drapes swaying in veils  

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