It is not far
it takes
only a few
short
seconds
pillow of
soft water
cession
your hearts
dream of echos
fall bent on
daddies shore
rocky ledge
stopped
in midair
for ever
waiting
his fall at your
knees
so you can shoot him
over and over and over
sweating until you are spent of it.
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