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ONE NIGHT I STOPPED TO PEE IN A POPPY FIELD IN OREGON & I HEARD A BEAUTIFUL SONG I remembered the fun, as a kid how I loved pissing in the fresh snow to see the little bullets like golden rain drops piercing through the perfect shiny surface of the white powder out in the cold! It was instinctive of a boy to mark his name on virgin snow Sometimes there were more of us standing with little peckers in hands and competed until the last boy ran out of ammunition Tonight, what I am holding in my hand has grown bigger, darker and hairier with years of hiding outside the sun (also the fondling and measuring in the way a monk or a nun plays with the prayer pearls with eyes closed) Standing at the edge of a poppy field in the center of moonlight and silence I take my time slow, feeling each sound in the joy of pissing in the wide open inhaling the fragrant night & ghosts from past rains in small heavens If you were here, I would let you (not unlike a firewoman holding the hose aiming at the heart of wild fire) control the violence of a man, like a little girl learning to fire a gun . . . . If the body really housed a soul that was when I heard the song in the poppy field outside of town two bodies wrestled as one to the melody of eternity between a woman and her man in the fertile land of love where a woman and a man can truly become one + z.z. 2006 [art by roi james]