Transient will power to light
Red dot in the sky
No moon, what’s my mood?
No warm breath to chafe
My neck with affections
No hetero-erotic afflictions
No rising
No sinking
No horizon in sub-urban dwelling
What goddess is my love?
Where is the celestial warmth
In the hearth between her breasts
When is the eruption of lava
From her labia?
Rainfall slurps down the roof
I am imagining your proportions
Ratio of torso to torso
The mean of intertwined limbs.
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