come hider love to mee
wreck your peanut-shaped head
into my temple
end your long chaotic orbit here
in my breast
quickly lest they name you for
some dodgy Gallic
wood-deity
unknown even to the Gauls
come 2014 JO25 let us
while we are yet alive
meet blithely
with one obliterating kiss
because, o heavens! my beauty is almost gone
and my body am crawling with skeeze
April 19, 2017
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