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Click hereI dreamed in Spanish before I was born
now there is nothing to remember
except French bumps on logs
we used the humping lumps
like they were our friends
then ran away laughing
when they started to wake
in every room we passed through
there was a mist, a whisper of vapor
a hint of growth and mulch that could be tasted way back in the rear of our mouths
now we are together
sometime we will be apart
don't forget
our blood is too thin
it flows like a river
to another joint
blood brother and sister
lending thrill for ancient twists. TK U MLJ LV NV
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.
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Those 19th Century Symbolists, especially the way those two men, Verlaine and Rimbaud, carried on even when one was already married {to a woman}. Those French sure know how to play.