rising out of the sleeping woman
this was years ago
when a collision of realities
produced one hundred dollar bills
which blew across the suburban landscape
disguised as tickertape debris
i dreamed that you
got into me
through the pores of my skin
after an annointing of goldenseal
your lips kisssed me for a thousand sweet moments
on my cells and their walls
it was a terrible decadence
after all i will never forget
the imprint of your passion
where you marked me carnally
with all your pretty twisted telepathy
i will not forget the rising moon
the way you sang inside my body
with stark impetuosity
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