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Tuned on wired strings Our kisses smash Lips of mauve Heat the moments And toll the melting gristle stone Poundings which ring Like an anvil And thrash in the pitch Of their song, A kiss refracted in the billowed sound Of eternity's image moving A face wrenching tears in lines Chide your daily quest Divest their wet gloss and Wait for winds to dry them Wait for the rains to sear them If eternity has an image And time is the image moving Then love builds rungs of rhythm And sees with eyes Bleeding through the gauze A shallow deity A nature shelled to raw meat Which sings its moments in sex.
© crossconnect 1995-1998
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