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Saturday, 22. January 2005

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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