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softly
         and deep
                           and
                                    infinitely
and on and on and on
the night yawns  strenuous  **** limbs
uncoiled precisely fingers splayed groping the
hillocks. and loves the land with gentle laps
of the moons tongue. refreshed wholly with pleasure.
       pale towers undescent pillaring dully.
and the flaccid dawn scallops the piles of mountains.
    or about the lips, whom the (day sprays dew), glistening
on the cheeks. and i go quivering between its ivory legs. kissing
         her flexing belly. exactly arched. lip biting.

                                                                 emoc
                                                    rehtih; hither coming
giddy mystery.
                                  pumping string. gasping on my stomach.

                    naked sliver grin for me.
Sound logic has confronted your faith in all you hold divine
Stolen in and taken your precious angel’s kiss
Now you find you seek and roam to fill the open spaces
Of the emptiness of a soul that feels amiss

The deepest secrets are now unlocked from their captive hands
Spilling knowledge, your heart does not want to see
Now how do you defend that which you hold so very dear
With all the evidence now cast there at your feet

Do you merely listen to your heart and ignore your mind
Pretend the evidence you see does not exist
So you will not feel the need to roam and question anything
Even though you know the soundness will persist

You listen to your heart and rest your mind therein
Continue clinging to that faith you hold within
Follow the path you were on as there is no need to roam
Never allowing logic to steal your kiss again
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
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luscious corpse meadow salvation
wet waxy journal scrawled generous

be straight narrow crooked armor amour
fractured ferrous magnetic skin
dry husk sheathing thee: she spun metallic

so, yes, i will



                       but just this








                                                                                                                          once
escalating adolescents made
babbeling streams                             (of
tongues spitty salivations
)
a lovely home for love
in her hall
i wander
                                trying

to find a bit:
      of useful
    in all this
my beautiful nonsense
raw
we were
so
raw

in that
moment

caught between
light and darkness

shimmering gently
across
naked
skin
i d
on
't
want your
words

give me your
(sound/taste/touch)s

they say
so much more
than your
oral
vibrations
ever
could
i may be maybe be
he
that which is
(and isn't)

both: that
or This

an i
and we

the center and th
e boundary

inseparately separate

physically meta

i wish i wish i
could
define
that thing that
i
call:

me
from
boyish lips
slips
witty words
(full of empty) -ness

slap
at girlish
ears

hoping to find purchase
on
a
l
abaster
thoughts

(while only concerned
with) up
skirts
(what is)
the dawn breathed
hollow reds
nuzzling luminous beads
lilting on her pink petals

her ruinous fingers
draw my rapture
from ever y
crease
in my vessel

she hotlittlewhispers:
"use your tongue"
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