oh, my love, my darling, i’ve hungered for your touch.
not so much
don’t rush it
oh, hush
gushing forth i came to you like currents stirring the deep dark sea, like tea to the throat of a wayward traveler, like your dreams are coming true aren’t they? like
all hair and no fowl, all hare and every foul, i can’t hang nothin’ from the jowls around here and i wouldn’t even want to
if you can’t give it to everyone, don’t bring it in
what is communism, then
where is your winter hat/ for whom do you go to bat?
each slat filled w/ fleece w/ lamb’s wool echoed softly, w/ it all gets caught in the rub, w/ let it go in flush and fluff, let it be there, let it get lost
and then all, and then rest
that’s best
honey
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