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It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Dance

Dance
Hot
Desire
I will sink
In your courtyard
Stand
Delicate
Holding my desire
Bleeding
Beside the fountain
I will
I will touch
Desire
With my tongue
Elongated
Into your left presence
I will
Want
To run
I will stay an hour
Or two
Until the silence
Becomes my answer.

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