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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