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Number: 124

Muse: Caroline Coggins

VILOMA

 

Love affair with a yogi.

Her eyes are so dark, the lightness drawing me into the deep.

Hair wiry and wild, an untamed woman.

She draws me into her embrace, bosom to bosom I melt into her softness.

She teaches me to look up out of the mud.

I trust that I will not loose myself within the boundarylessness of my transformation, my gift of death.

This is what she offers to me, to hold me from falling into madness.

I love her already.

 

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