three days after

woke up this morning
and the loneliness tore through me
like a freight train
the chill wind
outside my window
buffeted the dying leaves
in a final frenzy
of exultation
oh jesus send me an angel
free and reckless
with flowing hair and dancing eyes
a fragrance which intoxicates
and a touch that will guide me
on wild journeys



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