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Purple berries
maybe they are grapes
I don't know from where

I feel some trembling
in my stomach and spine
I shake my feet to shake it off

A craziness in my arms
and legs and face
I'll save myself for her

Build a hunger up so the berries
will be sweeter than nature        
because of the hallucination of desire

Feeding at her lips
the exhale of her breath
skin spread, swallowing the peel

Juice soaked flesh, spread
breaking under pressure
of tongue and blind caress

Nectar of honeysuckle
waves rolling sugar rich
hanging there in sweat