I’m sure we don’t know what we want in this
Poem
but we never do when we start and
In
that way it’s like making love the first time
Isn’t
it? To begin whisperingly with such soft
Adolescent
breath and skin discovering skin
Unfamiliar
fragrances mingling something
New
and not so easily charmed an animal
Leaping
and remarkable beneath a purpling
Sky
feeling the vehement strength of what?
What
spent purpose? What perfectly insane
But
marvelous choice? At this point don’t we
Always say it would be nice to go away
Somewhere
warm with strange aromas? We
Are speaking truths we should listen to us
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