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a (hopefully) dreamlike lover's call |
| i long to lie down with you and drain the hours of their time to stroke the long curve of your brown back for days and seasons aging and growing young without reason or rhyme; with my lips on your neck and all of both of our lives strung through your hair; and to gently stir you for love, out beyond the reef and to taste your lips as they coo i long to find you in the deep woods nude on the soaking moss, to toss off my self and bend to pick a leaf from your wet thigh, and to take you far away. |