Magnetic Poetry

by David Danzig

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     go on       read me.

I can smell the essential moan 
     beneath her winter breast

gorgeous milk whispers
     deliriously delicately

we watch a frantic void
     as she urges our languid power through

did you use her?

I think I could love you

leave me

mother never recalled the sordid pink garden

enormous language pounding raw true sweat

wanting sweetly as bare and smooth as summer

crush the blow puppy


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