Not with fingers but brutish hands, we shape
Our Aphrodite at the waterhole
Repeatedly copying past mistakes
Enrapture wraps us in a deathly hold

Not with words but with gloating grunts, we sing
Vainglories and conceits discordantly
écouter et répéter our love brings
Al coda, each to each, and you to me

Not with silks but with stainless strings, we knit
Folly and bricks become an edifice… Continue

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If I were to tell you
What I have in mind
Would you run, run and run
Would you run and hide?

If you caught me looking
At you in this way…
Would you smile and lightly
Try to slink away?

…Or are you deeply into me
Like I’d like to be
Into you, into you,
Into, into, into, into
Wanna be into you

If in your sleep I touch
That I think is mine
Would you moan in your dream
Would you squeal, woul… Continue