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Song for Ishtar

The moon is a sow
and grunts in my throat
Her great shining shines through me
so the mud of my hollow gleams
and breaks in silver bubbles
 
 
She is a sow
and I a pig and a poet
 
 
When she opens her white
lips to devour me I bite back
and laughter rocks the moon
 
 
In the black of desire
we rock and grunt, grunt and
shine
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