There it worships their breath
 
 Or you enter
 Or by a lip
 This small smooth skin
 Then it touches the mist
 My small kiss
 As my anythings
 As the breasts
 I belong
 
 Behind any tree
 Or his bare air
 Touch of sky
 She touches
 As your very call
 Fiercly as my delight
 Barn with kiss

                              -- 'Slinger
                                 21h42 10Nov1996

	


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