by Beatriz Hausner
“Do,” you say, “for you are on top.”
I know you’re changeable “Tongue-trace
me, with honey-sweet grape clusters,”
you command. Sweet-darting love
And I think that as a chevalier you should
come with yourself and stay a while.
Come with the sun’s orb with all
the stars in your eyes is your mouth.
Visit. Set yourself as watchman against
my slander but come or not yet come
without your letter when the writings
are due. If I am to profess, bridegroom
If I am to rule from above from under
me you can rule and make yourself
willing pour the pent up want for I
can only burn dressed, or in my bed.
Divinity be there wrapped bending your
mind to love ligh fingertips open your
lovely lover, gracious, kind, when will I
overcome your fight? If I could lie with you…
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