Poetry
Felix Thursday
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Every time I enter you I sense
something flesh cannot touch,
deeper, darker, and more light.
I feel it in the palm of my hand
when it rests beneath your back.
When you are cupped naked to me,
with the aroma of fertility.
It breathes so softly
even god is not aware.
Something so pure, raw and yours,
that neither god nor I belong there.
