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I dance to life
with enormous belly,
suck torrents of champagne,
lick the lips of cacti,
drink fresh aromas from morning skies,
opening and fondling blushing pleasures
between beautiful angel screams,
devouring the landscape like a fever-starved star,
my laughter and sorrow piercing
a thousand haunting memories familiar.
Evenings follow a flickering sun,
like her nectar not eternal.


Edit 3/20/2014: I now post as Traces of Texas. You can find my Facebook page here. I have modified the poem slightly.

https://www.facebook.com/TracesofTexas

It sounds to as though you know how to live, GDMoses.
Perhaps the last line suggests that you know how to take rejection, as well.
I can feel the energy in this piece/poem.

Mat.