Sometimes there rises
inside an urchin of desire
to disembowel the love
that slights my veins to serfdom
desire made of the dough of flesh
fused with basic hunger, that slices
ying yang, you and me Adam and Eve
along this shearing, crack, tearing
spews out the glue that unites, unties
the tentative knot of thine and mine
and let the urchin of desire dance as dunce
in the alley of veins in valley of ecstasy
as the vessel of love docks at the port of heart
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