waterfall of a hair
falls perfectly in her shoulders;
in her back, heavenly, celestial
those stars and constellations;
Lichtenberg (oh God, in her bare bottom, I'd lick)
her eyes, Rotomairewhenua, (in a heartbeat, i'd pick)
tracing her cheeks, i found little pinnipalmate
and everyday my soul wonders if it found its mate;
in the body of my lover i found nature and solace
meriggiare in her arms, --for me, no one's more flawless
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Poetryanxiety. infatuation. depression. sex. disappointment. love. dejection. promise. i dont want to be categorized. paradoxical. it's a shame to attempt to understand how this works.
