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Eves of Autumn

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weighted eves of autumn
sinking twilight, potent,
industrial light paints these pots,
unbridled testosterone darkens this mesh

the thudding of bodies,
clenched tissue delivers, receives,
one energy to another,
150 minutes a day

the unorthodox use of alabaster faith
and the begrudging smile of the recipient,
filthy stories to slaps on the back,
belly laughs and memories clad in our love,
a stanch intenstity breathes hot breath
i can smell it, the dripping ardor in our bones

all for the misty night

a night beneath the white eyes of scrutiny
beneath the humble gaze of mothers
and wandering men..
beguiling, funneling an un-cut deep
it removes me,
it is
my eden...





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