the imperfect infidel.

to enter in

wet disarray

in seminal


and grasp at

straws entwined in hips

bowed low

to lusts defeat

in slippery space

of long held need

and plucked

at disbelief

kneel i in grace

of plundered moon

and drink of loves


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