Pleasure Poem by northern wind
Pleasure
Come and dance with me
with the circadian rhythm,
sing a song with an intricate
tune float the boat of your
soul in the wind of mine
burn your tail in the fire
of my love, let the wax
of the heart melt together,
you know, no pleasure
more than the dismantlement.
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5/3/2024 2:40:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
it's a poem with a flow for its run-on-line arrangement...