was never enough

she saw him
as
raw

art it would seem
is this poetry he asked
he spoke in riddles
one line
at
an
time
it
twas
an gay ol'time
how we wrestled
how we achieved
how we loved
how we
love

love me you say
he sayd
who
is
he to say
just look at him
just look at her
reading each other
reading each other to touch
to touch an feel an feel
of
come
come
come here you
come here and touch me like that
touch me the way you touch me
the way you touch me
and your eyes
are closed
around
me
here
am
i
found
drowning
in your lashes
rescue me
never
?













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