This feels the joys of a poisoned arrow,
Precise and to the heart:
The apples split over the heads of Siamese twins
By the same thing:
Two serpents entwined from two branches,
But looking down as they kiss,
And then sunning and telling each others lies all day
As the angels and stewardesses fly overhead
All day
In airplanes or all alone.
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