Twisting—
I know by heart the seize of
Uncoiling relish
When alone
The gates of heaven
Part with gentlest persuasion
Extending implosions
Then again I
Make love to those lips
In a room-full of mood-swelled
Measured pulsations
©2011 j.a.o.a.
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