what Josie said?
binding us
within a circle
of her endless lies
through a chanting
of lullabies,
a dangerous drug
to sing along
through the loudest frays
her demands were not done yet,
the first dream
of a bleak memory
to sip it
together
with mystique
and rum
her naked plum
hallowed passion ties
electrified bodies
going through disintegration tides
- to where this essence runs and truly abides
solemnly
when,
we remember all
the several
afternoons
at her
sisters room
slighter
than happiness
i sway and kiss her proud thighs
the honey hive,
in the morning
haughty
desire
to drink her love,
like the soul
of a new province
to discover
a mild promise
in her secrets to endow.
in our love undone
bare as we were
i kept it
hidden in the trees
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