the earth lives not far from the next dramatic organism
nailed upon the lamp of ultimate release
when all else may not disrupt any movement inside
no one dare bother the enchantress
during her free form ride,
her lover moving against
the times she fakes a pivot,
pursuing her into her deepest breast enclosure
these riders live to taste each other's fruit,
guests in this feast of bodies,
sipping cool fresh milk from each other’s mouths
while toppling down each other’s mountains,
helplessly
contents of some priceless dreams
will fade in and out,
separately,
while exchanging shared breaths,
as woman is man,
as he struggles to be she
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Bisbee