there is a red sun in the hot sky and / we bed beneath the smell of black forests / the blue light of the TV waters our wants / so we will not beat together and screama thousand bare petals / pink in the cool sun of spring / sweet / like milk & honey beneath the moonthe storm shadow shot through my breast / a symphony of bitter wind & aching sky / beat my pink skin raw as to rust / I lust for delirious summer sweat / hot and shining in languid peach light / sweet juice boiling on my tongue / smoothing these frantic wantings / of dreams revealed by black raintheir repulsive apparatus must still the forests and boil our water / for man dreams to be wanted as mother / but we will swim in her black lakes and whisper of better springs & cooler suns
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