High, winged, or feathered creatures get close together.

Soaking up waves of pleasure, they savor rainbowy nectar.

High, winged, or feathered creatures get close together. Soaking up waves of pleasure, they savor rainbowy nectar.

For those who like to listen to poems not only written but are also beat-driven and flowing with rhymes and rhythm:

My readings of my poems are what I’ve been recording.

Hopefully for you and others they’re the opposite of boring.

For those who might wonder how they’re spoken or sound:

http://zfthrimej.wordpress.com has links to where they’re found.

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At first, this entry’s title was unknown

until I chose Listeners to be the name of this poem.