words don't matter
when silence nears
the filling Moon
watches the stars spill
dreams in their dying light
out the window
she moves time
over me,takes
what she wants
takes more
stops
looks at me
knows I am undertow
and she's off again
between her
muffled invocations
and my moans
meaning doesn't fit
what I may say
pouring myself
in her tides
her pulling me
along the undulation
along the wheel
turning herself over
I bend forward
towards how
she buckles
and backs into me
each time I remember
where I am at
and say a prayer
tilling the line
where her divine
wears me
holding her hips
as she holds
each portal
passage in
each way
I want to sin
here where
words don't matter
when I spill
every part
of me
into her
EJR (c)
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