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*Pixie* Stix
Guest
The black smoke rising means that I am cooking
dried lotus, bay oysters scrambled with eggs.
If this doesn't please you, too bad, it's all I have.
I don't mind your staying for breakfast -- but, please -- do not linger;
nothing worse in the morning than last night's love.
Your muscles are taut and your skin-- milk in the moonlight.
I notice your glimmer among a thousand tired eyes.
When we dance closely, fog thickens, all distinctions falter.
I let you touch me where I am most vulnerable,
heart of the vulva, vulva of the heart.
Perhaps, I fear, there will not be another like you.
Or you might walk away in the same face of the others --
-- blue with scorn and a troubled life.
But, for now, let the summers be savored and the centuries be forgiven.
Two lovers in a field of floss and iris --
where nothing else matters but the dew and the light.
dried lotus, bay oysters scrambled with eggs.
If this doesn't please you, too bad, it's all I have.
I don't mind your staying for breakfast -- but, please -- do not linger;
nothing worse in the morning than last night's love.
Your muscles are taut and your skin-- milk in the moonlight.
I notice your glimmer among a thousand tired eyes.
When we dance closely, fog thickens, all distinctions falter.
I let you touch me where I am most vulnerable,
heart of the vulva, vulva of the heart.
Perhaps, I fear, there will not be another like you.
Or you might walk away in the same face of the others --
-- blue with scorn and a troubled life.
But, for now, let the summers be savored and the centuries be forgiven.
Two lovers in a field of floss and iris --
where nothing else matters but the dew and the light.
