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So Listen

my slippery pulse purring temptress

chantress of vespertine whispers

of skin sung vibrato 

that moon heats my temper

of frenetic breath stealing cantatas

that tongue tease


through lip tooled tortures

the crest of love fires




to the soul blood rising

wailing the final primal wresting

and watch

that this blazing shield

of auroral vestures

of sheer scarlet veils

steaming in the ethereal wind

shimmering with Appolonian light

may be your answer.

JRM - Winter 87






Jrm - October 1987

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