cinquefoil

at her house, we loved day

bodies mouths hooked cinquefoil
of lip



inside lip



this barrel of body
one beast breast
my sex, what sex?
she has, taken, it.
i gave it.
my sex is her sex.



her hair .

was white.
in the tumblers.
our hour.
rose.
infinite
power.
of its hurt.
not hemmed.
in she
he.





i was her .
homosexual.
she was my homosexual.
was it Rose the glad
so finds the punctuation
of our skin.





wld. it die? this way.
not near a period.
of threshing.
the vaculoe of her stamp.



she came back to me. her back.
shining. not words.to hangar
the gliding death




.



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inside her eye I am a prose Blake, a wing to
span her inside seeing thighs.
her only begotten .




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