Rock Speaks To River At Toro Weep
I pull from your hair
A ribbon of shining water,
And turn my parched
Desert face to your
Liquid lips, to your
Dolphin eyes, to your
Honeyed tongue.
I strip bare everything We wear. I press my Stony ribs into your Breasts of gloaming. I press you into my Body, your quick laughter, Your crystal innocence, Your godawful moaning.
You gouge your name On my back with your Oyster nails. I redden Your pearl body with The rust of my lips. You core through my hips. Fountains leap from My fingers. You enter My center, become My whirling center.
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