Non-Erotic Poetrycollab with fantasmothe beauty of
physical words
rolling from one tongue
over to another
invisible creation
grows and flourishes
two minds nourish
nurture this baby of a fable
some day, spread out
on a table like newspaper
but smaller and
less inky
everything i am, is a book
words on paper varying
in legibility, read me when
your need to feed a black
restricted area is
unavoidable
baby, i'll always sate that
hunger
don't forget to remember
that it always works better
with you.
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