oh
take away this poetry of words with wry and wit
a
thousand years, a trillion tears, a holy night of writ
could
all be damned at poetry slams if i could know your sighs
cultivated
from my kiss and my hands upon your thighs
the
sun could sink into the sea and never rise again
for
just one night of your delights i’d gladly meet the end
and
happily take the memory to death’s eternal dreams
formerly
unbeknownst to me would be a life redeemed
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