My summer retreat began, as usual,
to the south at Lake Travis
with the ceremonial baring
to sun and water
of flesh long covered
and spirit long yearning
for release
from mundane burdens
that mocked My need
for control.
Nature welcomed Me
as an old flame,
brazen wavelets lapping
and lifting
My manhood,
rising excitedly at times
to slap it across My belly.
“That’s it…kiss it, Gaia,”
I approved,
“that’s what Daddy likes.”
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Poemission
August, 2002
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