And in the west,
we met,
and the sun came down
around our ankles.
We spoke in
moans and hisses,
licking in the moonlight,
dancing together
in a minor key
while the rain fell, and
we lassoed droplets
from the air
with our tongues,

I could see
even through the
fog stained window,
that I would have to
write myself
up from under
the ground,
move magic and
the earthen beats
aside with my teeth,
if need be,
stare through you
to the moon and back.
There was no outside
rapture coming
to aid,
so I sat and
held tight my hands
to my throbbing skull
and sank into
the erogenous zones.
Oh love,
I almost remember.

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