the autumnal vibrato of we

and what if i

held those hips

and poured myself


with all i am

and all you need

with nothing left

to hide

and felt those plump

soft lips of dreams

and kissed sweet mouth

of grace

in long awaited

perfect breath

of flannel fitted


took sweet possession

dipped in heart

with fingers

made of soul

in final sweetened


fit now

in sacred whole…

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