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Into
I will be a wilderness
I will be a candle lit near curving flesh
Like drowning pools
My eyes
Set upon
Your own
Set upon
A mythology of man
Created by the heat
Urgent friction
Of my thighs
The brass and hinges
Of fingers grip
Begging not
To be torn away
Begging
And always then....
A wilderness
And trail setting off into
Begins
I will be a candle lit near curving flesh
Like drowning pools
My eyes
Set upon
Your own
Set upon
A mythology of man
Created by the heat
Urgent friction
Of my thighs
The brass and hinges
Of fingers grip
Begging not
To be torn away
Begging
And always then....
A wilderness
And trail setting off into
Begins
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