Here Love: Stamp of desire
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she leans hand pensive
arm thinking
i am torn this way
that
way
her breasts are for kissing
loving
her eyes hurting the dark night
she speaks to my hurting
inspired Muse subject? is this the narrow that breathes
from her thighs
when she comes
How do I surprise her
I Quasimodo
to this beauty of spies coming
along the edge of the forest of
she is beauty fire
no man's
anger
lasts
before these
becomings
her sorrows
and lust
fire
the earth
my heart
beats
like a ringing drum
her folding
is
fire
to
every man
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rearrange the cube push aside the parts
of a room
photographed
into creating
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open the sides of the room
her face!
her face!
you said it's an old movie
star
haunting this
look
but why me
why me to
pick
see and
convey
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she says to me
what would You do
with these
eyes
these tiny breasts
of love
dear poet
what would you do
veiled
by
taste's god?
you are a poet
then speak
like one
she speaks like
a god
coming
to
me
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to create dear master
you must create by force
out pluck the beauty
from matter
sheer matter
creating her love
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