keltik knot

O we are intertwined my love

in sleep we are as one;
no gravity can cut off blood from limb:
they lie this beneath that
that over this

I would not ever extricate
nor try
this arm from that warm nook
that thigh from this hard hip

we breathe as one
like kittens littered
tick-fat with milk
we live together

in this pleasing pattern
art for living:
ancient articulated

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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