o, amazing
how you cup my face in your hands
and drink from me
my full sweetness and writhing delight
and how
our breath, shared in a circle of ecstasy,
hums with harmonious voltage
and how
in the dim silk cave of our joinings
one cannot tell where
one begins and
the other ends
and after this
unhurriedly our limbs unfurl,
the blossoming of black marigolds
sweet and bitter with the warmth and damp,
the results
of the shadowy vibrations of love
eyes and mouths burning
full of the tastes of the other
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Finally an American that likes Farly Mowat.
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