MASS POETRY
In the deep night
of hidden voices
of your dark body
sweaty, hidden
in the doorway, the sea outside
and your smile,
but you had dark green eyes
like a snake's
and your pleasure was sweet while
you told me
swallow it all, you gay,
your body groaned
and I saw the pulse of time
in the stealthy sigh of love.
Alone.
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