Is It Poetry
I Dream Approximately - Poem by Is It Poetry
I pleasure myself.
The ends, centres, hair,
lips precipitate by my spirit,
tieing its hands, smacking, seizing, pinching,
twisting its flesh.
Burying my face in it,
I dream it of the possession in all wisdom,
love and heat I can, I dream approximately.
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