(for vocations)

Before loneliness I summon you to lie with me

Crazed in your arms in between your thighs

the meditation of our dream befalls.

For a time we felt we were alone.

I need no other thing that wounds would heal

Your body delights in all its parts,

the fume of violets and dawn in the dark woods.


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