Travelers Welcome

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Thursday, March 17, 2011


by Ben Rasnic

In a smoky blue kerosene haze
illuminating the winding gray
tunnel vision of memory,

I recall only the tender whispers,
sweet comfort of companionship,
ardent frenzy of wild animal sex.

Strange how I forget
the excruciating thrust of flashing stiletto
you used to bludgeon

my better angels
just before they fell to Earth;
the hysterical laughter

you carried with you
into the dark shadows
that always seem to vanish
just before the dawn.

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