You're supreme
at calculating
like an actress
or a witch
maybe you used me
to have zen babies
now you want me
to make you rich
lemme be your
moon & spider
lemme be the
morning star
lemme be your
lonely stranger
lemme be your
frozen shadow
we had been
to the sea & forest
in fields of green
we slept & frolicked
Fuvked like beasts
in the monastry
does that make us
pure or guilty
took your pants off
in the loft
did you plan to
Slate my thirst
got your rocks off
first and foremost
shall i find another
lover
leave you to your secret life
with the milkmaid
& the masseur
in the land
of lurid dreams
no one there
can hear you scream
Are you chained
To a loveless marriage
Ride the master’s
horseless carriage
Spectral sexual fetish fancy
colder than a stillborn folly
or a meeting
in the bank
lemme be your
slippy slider
lemme be your
been & gone
lemme be the
kick inside ya
lemme be your shadow
Myrtle
Coming fortune
One man and his virtue
Smoking salmon
In the fog.
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