To Be Both Man And Woman
To be a man's hands,
I unrolled my fingers,
Eager to touch
anatomies of want,
Someone's hips,
gifts and wild arrays
of sensation,
Eager to come inside,
help,
merged with another treasure,
You are an ear lobes
too hot to rolled on tongues,
as lollipops,
When I unrolled my offer
into the core of
deliverance,
As orgasmic mantra,
As a man and a woman
journey,
meets hallways to its stars,
Until the incendiaries,
Can I recalled both qualities
of opposites,
Life as magnetisms,
forlargest wildfires,
forburnings,
We're lovers building
cabins in their bones,
knowingthat
the closer we get,
Closer inside
craters of division,
Fevers quenched,
burnings dreams and
straw puppets.
Life's caves,
in a night's celebration,
A man is punctuated by
arousal fire
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