The drithers colmed, what weer there naught in bawdy draughts the tempest deigned
In mee mind and in thee deepy coifs of foggy brine
Breathe on me, on my cutted cheek, like an exposed whuttle to the sea collecting and sharpening this face
You'll no love for me is believed
Not to all eve's proven in a trial of a travail or in try as i shall may
As sun light its past to or passed in shadowed disarray, no longer day
Whereio, whereito, but a center i surely be the clouds liftily fluffer on a silkscreen down
Let me crack your conventions of love
They are thin and wanting, barely e'en hungry
Mine are a ferocity, globbuling want and tearing the thick fabric of the day asunder
Allow it and fear, for it is truth and truth will rake you in ecstasy In the riches of flame
You in turn return changed
Your eyes open, your body wrecked in exhaustion, seeing the abalone edges in the charged air
Dark tendrils of sweat soaked black cooling on your temple
Thought has entered you Its triumphal clenched declarative
It resonates infinitely tho wait for the chord to stop yet it bows and quivers still
Satiation is shared in thunderclaps and saliva
We can take but little more...but hold each other in a tangle of completed orchestrations
Hide in one another for thee storm's fierce and it seeks what evaporated seconds ago
Unfettered breath signals victory.
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