I don’t want to worship you

Gods make for poor company

and mortal skin is softer

when wind bitten, raw

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I don’t want to grasp you

I’d rather smoke in the air

leaving traces to follow

memories of intoxication

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I don’t want to possess you

mind or body or soul

caged, withering

watching distances fade unreached

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I don’t want to carve you

I want to be sculpted with you

unsure where one body ends and the other begins

I want to be art with you

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There are no masters here

There is no power in it if it is not ours

I don’t want to worship you

I have no patience for sacred things

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If you want to hear poetry from some Denver poets you can find episodes of my show, The Poets, over at thepoets.co

Cheers!

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