why must I be this curve
along your backbone, compliant
with slavish murmur,
with sweet utterance,
indulgent breath inclined to linger
at the base of your spine?
why must there be temperament, unresisting,
that bends to touch these servile depths of me?
copyright d. dixon
12.12.2004
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