liquid - a poem

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say it

tell me what you would
if your mind
were as free as your tongue
perusing
uncharted random vestibules
of some violated sacred
womb

as if vibrations could speak
and you,
eyes on tomes of knowledge
held within her skin
could read those words
coerced from her half open lips

that languid essence
hot
and burning
a cup flowing over
you sip from the crescent within
a vessel of jubilation locked in a sigh
.. and your creature
erupted

and if your hands could
traverse
underground estuaries
hidden in conspicuous rivers
what undulating
currents of yeeeessss
would abide

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