he smells of earth's breath       still

dust and tar is the perfume he trails

pushes into me by force by my desire

i take to his bed where he lies within

reach       my hands search       but it is my mind

that finds him       heat delicious but relentlessly

clinging clinging away       he gives       he gives

never gives up searching retreating

waiting watching loving me more than

i want      more than i need       too much is

not enough       i wake every dawn in blue

and orange and long for him anyway

sometimes he's a girl      a little lolita impure

taking small steps to me       treading ever

lightly on toes painted in my gold thoughts

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