Isthmus
The tap is never dry, and the
truth is seldom shown, but soldier on
dear fighter, soldier on my lover and my
beast. Here there is something solid to push off from.
I saw a purple light and a biology teacher pulsing in erogenous bliss,
here I saw a fool.
oh, you should have seen it. It
was wondrous. Not just the sex, but the sharing of minds and thoughts. No, I
will not say it was love, because... it just wasn't.
We. Ate. Toghether
like husband and wife, but our genitals talked in lieu of our mouths. Do not see this as
vulgar, untouchable in itself. We smoked a joint and
saw all the pain/sensation/revelation/joy that we sought.
Pie is squared. Rest.
FULL CIRCLE
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