light cursed falling in a singular block
her,rain-warm-naked
                                   exquisitely hashed
 
(little careful hunks-of-lilac laughter splashed
from the world prettily upward,mock
us….)
         and there was a clock.   tac-tic.   tac-toc.
 
Time and lilacs….minutes and love….do you?and
Always
            (i simply understand
the gnashing petals of sex which lock
me seriously.
 
                       Dumb for a while.my
 
god—a patter of kisses,the chewed stump
 
of a mouth,huge dropping of a flesh from
hinging thighs
                       ….merci….i want to die
nous sommes heureux
 
                                    My soul a limp lump
 
of lymph
               she kissed
                                and i
 
                                       ….chéri….nous sommes

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