as our kisses greet us as the sun
takes his place over our earth,
this opening screen of day:
exactly as open as our bodies
concealed simply by our selves -
mine on yours
yours on mine -
the continuous cunning warmness
seeping down below your curling hands
your eyes wandering as the nibbling cantor
of your moans, the false speech from your mouth
such a dream
unreal, yet cunning
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