a city is many
places
round your breath
like a tiger panting
gaging his own survival
(and)
love's tawny tie ~
dance dance
your heart
O lovers
tear
your skin
rough
tigers
we're not tough
we're soft
soft
as the care
worn
rug
grabbed round
our hearts
piercing its
only
stone
of the
love mouths
of the one we love
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those we love
we do love
dove
as wing to speeding wind
cunning round its merry shift
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as t0 the city here you'll find its not a moral affair
but a long distance tryst
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love's always long distance
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that kind of love marching marching marches
trudges
bears its gloves gants
down the sill of peeling selves
changing the rss feed of its
fulsome mouth
the full buttocks
of wide winged women
sail proudly up down the avenues
honking their wares
like loves
horning their wares
shining their
silver ware
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[Now another episode connecting the dot narrative ongoing page. Here. there. elsewhere as always. and returns]