and so it follows the spring blooming air today:
i love you.
i happen to love the never have beens
of your thighs
softly wrinkling fingers in too long
lavender baths
at night
i happen to love the succulent parting
[when you] of wet lips
suck at the-that of me and hardening
this
i so quite know
with almost memory
the sounds on pillows your hair makes
on nights when everything was
at some love-stake
oh i know
the meat-juice running
down
to my lap
from yours
on hurried mornings i never was able
to enter
it happens today quite clearly
i love you
fast rushing sun light
that doesnt bend
so i will never
change my answer:
yes i love to wet you
rag doll position you
drag hair back you
water midnight fetch you
write silently in afar rooms you
touch what you want
me-
you -
water
inserting
to wet you
that my heart
wrings
daily
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