Usweet Of Honey
J
James McLain
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Catacombs of sweetness of your
finger lays the the rushing river
of your love.
Wine skin of your mouth to know
the smoothness taught of
belly grows
the leaking of a faucet never fixed.
Face in chest silenced lust to lay
aside my roaming days.
In fields of clover soft and sweet the
bees in it do make the
honey flow.
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