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The philosophy of yearning
call me bleeding teeth
tongue in bottled-love
a wasp-birthing in the blood

Blood is a cataract vodoo
behaving adolescent=wild
adult hungry and infant shy

coy as portals of placenta
of bleached wombs
of combined homours
sexes in musical chairs

tap closer
kisses cold-hot
tingle this thing on my face
that gleams

as water

tells a tale of nymphs and organelles

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