the depth of love
can be
insatiable
a
caged animal
pacing behind the
bars
the soul lies
vacantly awaiting
some
surprise
like
a
ustulate vagina
groaning
its' grievance
to the
hand
.
.
.
I wish a sinful simple thing
& stare awhile all over you
And plow these memories into dreams
& cultivate their seeds...
And fuck the breath all out of you
& linger low in quiet lies
And watch the moon fall out of view
& comfort in a new surrounding.
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