A Poem for a Man Who Knows Very Well Who He Is Author photo: Bruce Stansbury It took four hours for me to stop tingling where you touched, for orchids to quiet whispering between my thighs you rose, a morning prayer a bouquet of salt and honey, swept through me like a tide of bata where do you come from, magic man that you remind me I am sacred that you ask and offer that you replace what was taken where do you come from, magic man that your breath makes each morning holy. ==

You can listen to: Forced Entry - For My Great Grand Father - Kitchen Cauldron - Sometimes
You can read: I Used To Glow - Patriotism in Six Parts - A Poem for a Man Who Knows Very Well Who He Is - Forced Entry