“Myself” by Rudy Thomas

I am comfortable with myself
in your presence
& you tell me
you are in mine.

Poetry & you are my desires. Each line
a hiding place for emotions where even the
sexual ones make no pretense
tho they are stripped bare. Love in & of itself

exposes me like a rock shelf
along the cliff where the flow, the essence
of Old Seventy Creek takes a turn. I am a tree,
white sycamore, its roots unearthed, tap & fine.

-Rudy Thomas

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