Other Journeys by Kevin Teuscher

The orange brilliance Of a sunset dhalia Is made a memory by this morning mist Weathering drop by drop The stone Buddha's face And mine. Other mornings And other travels Have sometimes brought you closer Or sent you back from love and meditation Stone faced as any statue. But then those moments of returning With fresh scrubbed spirit Open arms, open kisses in sunset's brilliance And O, that soft welcome between your legs!

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