thick and pretty, beautiful form
enveloping the skyline.
The sidewalk is a river
under your womb.
Your friend with the green smoke
is drifting away on it.
You are present as the woman of earth,
rich and deep Gaia, mother of caresses
and rare cutting blades.
Your shade is a glow.
Your glass of hours is a window
I'm into.
The universe spreads.
The stars collapse and shine.
Her hair is as long as
her whole back and more.
I am a toy of the gods, a blonde
plaything. I can't say anything.
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