Free to roam as far away from this place. Brought home
Whomever she pleased. I was one of many men.
Came upon this man-made sight with gate flowers and leaves.
Upon entering found her jovial welcoming mid-day madam.
Coffee was love. A taste and I was won over. If not by sugar
Then her feet. Muscular yet feminine having walked the streets
Of Tel Aviv in body paint alone mermaid Jewish house mother
Mating is an animal thing. Love is priceless. In the long hour
That was lust I had undone bra. Made love to breasts. Watched
Her sitting an overworked washing machine out of breath
Rushing arms to naked bosom feather-catching Muybridge
That wolves were kept from the gate I was four-legged
Delivering theater as forbidden fruit. She would bite salivating
On his bed white lotion smeared into me begging a howl.
I would stress her butcher slaughtering meat murderous heat
Claimed me as third lover. Indeed I discovered my heart
Rubbing her feet sitting in the garden listening as she sang
Amazon woman light as sand kissing with lips closed
Mouths touching feeling warmth a different kind of dance
For all reasons urban hippies dismembered unhinged bones
From sockets made delicacies out of torn flesh and blood
She cradled me caressed enabled a hug to touch not rip apart
Skin of skin shedding each time she lay tortured tamed
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