Four bows of Cupid hemmed together on our Brass Bed amorous parcels wrapped in sheets air Of the same colour caught between october thighs Suspended above wild dried grass Knotted to a tree in half bloom.
Metropolis. Tonight I shall allow my self to be embraced by you pour my life into you and discover whether I can give you life. Perhaps I will feel you tembling and the sporuting of pulse in your rigid body. Perhaps I shall experience the intoxication with which you hurl yourself into your vast element, bearing me, the one who made you.
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