Friday, October 08, 2010

Tousled Wilderness




Tousled Wilderness


Dilated nostrils to touch my flesh,
lower lip to chafe

my thighs, teeth to bite my ankles.
Smiles that help walk

me through this tousled wilderness
kiss my hamlet rose in bloom.

Bleed on me, bleed on me.

Let me lick your shaft,
feel the fervor of your muscle grow.

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