Mysterious
Mysterious, I have to taste
that simple fruit bellow the waste
simple? Yes
complexity
to odds at end
an irony
”sweet as wine” is said too much
I’d rather say the perfect lunch
the salt
the sweet
a recipe
for where they meet, the end of me
Mysterious, I rest my face
between two pillars lightly grace
the inner crevice
valley
hills
I quench my thirst, but hunger still
from where we came,
each man no doubt
the going in
the coming out
for eyes to peer
from legs embrace
across the hips
breast and face
Mysterious, it is indeed
when fingers plot, trace with greed
the soft
the fine
the peek
the line
two arms that reach, two breast they find.
I plot a course and learn the way
from bowing back and peaceful stay
with inner thigh
breath in cry
her hand, my hair we keep in time
Mysterious, I’ll look again
and never hope to find the end
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