i will wade out
till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
in the sleeping curves of your body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
Will i complete the mystery
of your flesh Connie Francis
I will rise
After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
And set my teeth in the silver of the moon
I will rape you in the motel room of your mind
After George Hamilton
gets his tan.
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