My Brother

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go my brother,
where the wind blows to dance on the prairie steppes
and feel the wind whip across the frosted tundra

see my brother,
the jungle steam rise through the terraced trees
and watch the desert sand dance across the dulcet dunes

feel my brother,
the soft touch of your lovers kiss brush your lips
and the sudden ache of desire as she pulls you deep

touch my brother,
the hand of God as you glimpse the divine mystery
and bow down your head in humble genuflection

for this is life, and wind is free
and all of nature is given for thee
— 1/7/10 – 39 #favorite

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I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and i resemble the INFP personality type.

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