PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20): In his erotic poem “Your Sex,” Joe Bolton exults: “My heart simplified, I touch the bud of happiness – it’s in season. And whatever grief I might have felt before simply dies inside me.” Write that down on a slip of paper and carry it around this week. According to my understanding of astrological omens, the bud of happiness is now in season for you. Shed your undertones of sadness and fear. Here are the poem’s last lines, which also apply: “Sometimes I think it’s best just to take pleasure wherever we want and can. Look: the twilight is alive with wild honey.” (The full poem: tinyurl.com/JoeBolton.) o
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