cal l it

every lover's born your breasts.
come to my pillage. here inside tongue
tusk. its mere whim
callows the wheezing
instant.
blue. green. vermillion. cerulean.
you are young handsome . Light. as a fiarce.
or a grand guignol. I am inside your thighs.
running hand over your river.
call your telephone name. its 1-800- lo
ve propinquity. Mobiles rush to your name.


-dawn we're dusted with sweat.
ive waited all your life for this .
seconding of weeping.