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2005/05/05

tell this

Tell the only tale of our love
over the red night your body lights
near me climbing vine
yearns by day my lust and yours

enter me in you pull me over lover pull me over lover



Year by day my lust and yours

Hungry over the years of day and night
over the decals suck wet lips up smooching on mine
langour of your sigh be your body mine
listed in your breasts your hands hugger me
and before this treastise of desire distance
nicely you pull me breast to my mouth
decades of wanted me and you a weak memory
emergency love it's yours it's mine
ringing around the waist of your

belong belong belong to us
inside our needle spoon thread
after the flood of your lips and mine _

your smile and mine

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Comment: we do not possess our poetry it possesses us, we must live it _ __

Like a Spanish woman on the night bus __.