but tht is what makes it fun to
another way
it'd be my love gets me going with her words
and eyes
pops my gourd makes me cry
gets me lusty like a pen in a shaker a prose poem in storm, or a doctor in a mess. in a vest. so the rhyme clobbers the meat of the poem. like sometimes a lover's clobbered by clothes, & tailoring and not the meat of the body
the raw taste of belly a lover's belly as you lick it clean. after a long day's absence, which might be a year or a day pending in yer life.
Righ t ? love ? I lick you clean like a dry cunning spell.
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my love
My love's heart makes me shudder
I grow and grow glow for her
tumbling around her hair
& hands
My love's hands are words
in air which lift me off my seat
Breathless like a painter
and I stare at her satyr to her self-made man
My love' s heart shudders over ocean and sand
I grow and grow robin close to her pillow
and her kisses like sweet meat
her puffed up cheeks glow like hungry wheat
she's surreal and crowded like the beach on the storm
or she's in my window in play ground feet
sometimes I don't know anylonger who I am when she speak s ~
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