Early Fingers Make Flowers of All Things
I love you
and hate you
the tongue makes words so hungry
and you charter crisply straying
jig-saw shapes across secret promises
which love you.
When I'm with you I don't wish to be
with you; in a bedroom secretly
moistened eyes are at kisses
playing with me
while I hope for a smile.
So you're outside and
I need a pleasant surprise
to be thy lips is a sweet
(with you) thing DEath,
wait here...if this thou
catch, the pleasant surprise
else missing with you
(i don't want to be with you
when I'm with you I don't
miss love by the day)
and love and everything shall
never stop kissing.
"" -- ""
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