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FREE-WORD-DOM
Let's face it:
the affair btwn us
will go on
till the lastwords
excavated & pulverized
from the deep
o'xenoglossic rocks
and dirt
The profoundness
lies in the simple
pleasure o'lovin'
you & being seduced
by your liquid shapes
sounds, taste, faces
& quickness, the un-
predictable speed
flying thru the tiny
crowded hall
o'my mind
No one owns you
you owe to no one
you, the heir
o'each heart's desire
the air
norishing the weak
guiding the lost
find the way out
Each morning
you come to me
anew--hair floating
at the edge o'my dream
in each kiss
i taste a different flavor
o'sweetness
you have showered
upon allbeings
including the mute
& the unloved
Each moment
o'my weakening hours
you make me a man
again
allowing my rest-
less hands strip
your weightless garments
stroke your perfect
breasts & jade torso
sometimes gentle
like a sheep
sometimes a lion
violently devouring
your juicy being
belly up
belly down
I come outofyou
refreshed, newly found
& greenly sound
yet,
you remain "foreign"
to me
no matter
howmany nights
i have held you
so unknowingly tight
no matter howmany times
i have tirelessly roamed
your landscape & drunk
your sweetwater
at the nape o'
your moonshinning
slope
:05/05/05 |
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