Molasses

Slow. Naked in waterfalls off the small trails from main roads. Glistening in rare Ithaca sunshine. Beauty. Your body is a palace. Taj Mahal and Stonehenge. When you walk, when you talk. Knees buckle like heavy squats. Its been too long, the tension in these heartbeats, the speed in these pulses. I have not been committed to love in too long. Abandoned, left alone and alone built. I have found solace in my own purpose, and now you stand here. All in your glory like crucification. Only knew to lay my hat down, but rolling stones has been a journey. I call it molasses, cause you rotate them hips every. so. slow. smooth and slow

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