Give me the beat of the rope
while the moss murmurs
cool curry in your suit
your dance wave radiates yellow
lovesick ears glued to cheek
time is moss we hesitate
tell me pharaoh my Ankh sign
I dance like a kneeler feels.
Peach skin and peach lips
you are God in my jaws
black hair around your eyetips
you hold me tight with claws.
You contain the whims of clouds
the storm hammers questions in me
I wonder if I can swim here
your snake curls send
the magic dust of moonlight inwards in eddies
kissing us fiercely like reindeer
passes through the land of thousand lakes
your love is lichen in the sun.
Peach skin and peach lips
you are God in my jaws
black hair around your eyetips
you hold me tight with claws.
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