what distance

what distance makes love, asked Jill. The impossible.__ for today in the rhyme of feet .
the long street __ eternity or otherwise


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when love was there she was very kind, he was the stable window on which her fortune was built.


Jill saw him Orpheus leaning on the phone pole_
is that what you call it?

contrasting the double blind

lave of love's

bodies her ankle length skirt
a flounce on the skin of a naked woman's body

sees her sex in his eye

kisses it kisses it which is he kissing her
she leans forward to wrap her legs around his head, a poet head stuck in her sex in her sex she hauls him up a born again orphan to her knees
suckles him forth

over the yard of her self

gives him birth.




anyhow he's always gonna love her no matter. No matter Call Orpheus Antioedipus a secret name to her lover. of old of new he loves the waves crawling across to her name

a simple region of his body hers.

why compare?
he, she, are not lost
but've barely begun

spaced apart in the distance game they are crossed again from decades
returned


its a type of troth he has to her now then engaged on the pursuit of faith into her insides to her waves of

of pleading
he needs her body whole broken past kissed her spit on the street do you piss in yur pants?

he laughs so she peals laughter around the air of her self


a plateau of lovers will not break because of mere domesticity.

she suffers his name gladly inher mouth
knowing his body hers

its in her mouth
inside her body nestled
hers
hers
hugs
him
her man intensity of brightness to


and hers
surrounded him


no choice




not tragic at all just is

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