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The night against sheets, imprinting passion
Black and fresh, our moist, carnal testament,
The word made flesh again, again, each kiss-
A pact with damnation, beatific vice.
We joined, sweating, wet prayers whetting our lips.
Now you leaf through letters swearing
Interposition, nullification,
and chop your hair.
Unsaved, I tremble in paroxysms
Of ant, dreaming your plum breast, your rum lips.
Ah, desert. Nature’s loud with longing.
Let beauty blaze, let’s publish our love in uncensored verse,
Incant the song of songs, lips reading lips,
And never stop our pressing ‘til we hear
The whole creation groaning with our love.