In The Flesh
I await the encounterup on this path
that grows steep and increasingly narrow.
Compelled to share and merge with another ...
I am hungry for a man not a King or a Pharaoh
He favors a Knight without armor...
benevolent , courageous and true.
An analgesic for my wounds
of a once to often dreamed dream that did not come true.
Cynthia Ann
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