my objects of desire do not include beer bottles
inserted to 'born on' dates
sex while cooking is
fragrant vinegar could drive us to the floor
if dribbled down and slightly brown, disappearing
in your woods
in your cottage near lake we indulge
then follow a path with weak knees
there are Trilliums and moss
wild strawberry blossoms
your north east side needs gathering
lay down with me in this rare warm wind
or, prop your whole on leaning tree
full stance, bend slightly, inhale
rest your head against your arm
later we will float,
twin paddled,
you allow me into your cock pit
to taste you
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