Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Wittgenstein's lion (4)



in loving, says

for as long as you're dear you're still something to die for. How?
  Always available, always there

you veer into sinewy culpable jaw with a sprinkle of dirt to keep
  me dry: to give yourself like the ewe!

My spring's erotic, full-fledged & it shoots like a bolt to the very
  nape. I kill by both feeling and feet,

sucking dirt with or without you-- untouchable, unassimilable you!
  Swear always to be you!

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