I see sheets
and floors
mattresses
and shores
sand, water
whispers,
shivers in
sides of
coins--
Nonsense, of
Course in
*******.
Mimicking,
Moaning,
Breathing Hard.
Loosing
Hair, Losing
Control,
Discordant
Rhythm,
New Sounds A
Bound and
Quickening
Pulses
Hands, Fingers--
Hips. Hips.
Hips. Hips. Hips.
It's Be
Coming Too--
MUCH AND
the poem ends.



-LP