Feel My Ground
He reaches down to feel my deepest ground,
accepts my core as is: untouchable,
leaves my mysteries to remain profound,
encourages me to dig and dabble,
excites not at clouds diffused by cold nude,
smells the smoke bomb, does not fall to heaven,
watches my worst features pry and protrude,
He melds them to his own: my salvation.
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