Show me your hole, the way to inside
Your sweaty durable crevice, colored to need
Inside musty tangles engraved with cursive strokes
and outside creamy tendrils caress like pianist’s hands
I am in training
Mercy me
Touch the cord
Pull the candle light into a fine beam of lusty burn
Can we mingle here
Can I pace the steadiness
Like stealing
A one sided octagon clouded in halting words
Please, stop talking and give me you
4/04
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