Friday, 20 July 2018

multiplication

multiplication 

damp is the crooked valley of that smile 
the dark musk road to procreation 
believe unto belly into belly
for mile upon mile of the time
when the footfall along that road
set the future from here to year
love is such a strange desire
don’t you think
under the mountain of that smile
in the sighs between the thighs 
while all the time
it was and will be 
for it is preordained
and so it was 
       and so we did
              and so it must be

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