Cavalo Nero, page 18

In flagrante delicto
my eyes staring at  you at night
your hirsute sleep
my histrionic love for you
were pure contact incarnate
they shouln’t have clapped their  hands
to this insipid reality
but being libidinous poems
foliage of some happiness
stumbled onto our skins

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