In front of you I am before godEmbarrassedSo I kiss god and hide from her faceIn the hillsGathering gumption, composureto approach But she shines and stingsLike gin going downThe pain with pleasure implied A game then, with godSeek! Wait!—No, hide! And if she is within?Even in the hills An inch of dirt dug down:However deep[…]
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yolk-yellow lover of man do boys and girls not sprout like seeds? does love not follow light? utter me a word without tomorrow’s promise no tongue if not for lapping up life no reasonable river rush; for where is she running and for whom? spider toil not a web without witness or victim man, so[…]