Your lips brush my throat
And I am annointed with the
Bristle fire of a tangerine sun.
My piñata heart would spill
Its wealth of ruby lozenges for you;
Does – They pour from me
As we embrace beneath
This arterial sky.
Suckle those gems
Til you are swollen with them,
Til in the weariness of nursing,
You recline, retire, revive.
Newborn seductress,
Be flushed with me.
I have penetrated you
Deeper than any hunter-lover could.

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