lift me with your pale moon mouth
drop me down bare back
in soft meadow folds
tall grass blind
release reactive
circle bound
sensations of
charged meridians
roused by savage
command of elemental
hot spots
caught in emerging gasps
crying for deliverance
from probe
and swell
tangled with
tinderbox
buildup against my throat
infinity risen
wellspring ruptured
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