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I ...... Love ? .... (You?/her ?/ god ? ---- well whatever)

I ****** ? ... You ?---- you ****** me ?
We ****** ? YES ! YES !
  We ( wait ) WE! ( the big WE _note the capitalization!)

WE ****** (who did we **** ? )

Ah yes! WE ****** --- each other !

AS AN ASIDE I MUST SAY THAT WRITING LOVE POEMS IS VERY DIFFICULT BECAUSE OF THE DEPTHS OF THE EMOTIONS CONVEYED AND THE NECESSITY OF THE SEPARATING AND LABELING OF THE BODIES ******* AND REMEMBERING SOME REASON I AM WRITING ABOUT IT TO PEOPLE WHO IF THEY WERE  NORMAL WOULDN'T REALLY GIVE A ****

(Anyway -- back to bed -- ha ha ! Get it !!)

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When I? /you ? ... Feel lost... Think of this thinking about our first ****
And the love that binds
(Cause we want to be bound ---- don't we
--- I read that somewhere--- ******* binds--love binds
and we want to be bound--don't we ?)

******* occurred !! -- now goodness shall follow every step of our lives and we shall dwell in the house of The Lord forever unless you/she gets ****** like ya usually do !

(JESUS be praised ! -- I managed to combine physical and spiritual love in one ******* poem ! )

Anyway -- forget the ****** -- THIS IS A POEM OF TRUE LOVE

so where was/are ...I/we ?--- oh yeah -- *******
AND -- gazing into each other's eyes !---- forever ( I think I said that ( if you don't say forever it ain't a love poem -- right ? -- and I did )

So I guess the poem ( like our love?) ends


The juices ! (Another pun !) have dried

All imagination fades

And again we
Sit around and blindly await

The next world war

Lioness, she
unsheaths claws
Tongue and teeth and flesh,
All yours,
Prey devoured,
She-cat
Roars.

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After the wars start and the bombs fall and the radiation  is eating our flesh and destroying our bones...
....?

And Jodi and Joey come home from school !

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Will you still love me ?

Will you still talk about the pain of our love
And our love of the pain?

As the stench of decay fills the streets

Will our writes still seem stupid or more stupid ?
(If that's possible)

After our ******* have rotted off and lie in a heap on the kitchen floor

Will our *******-s
Impress
(They are worse than infantile now )

Will our refusals to love matter more then -- somehow ?

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