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| Lovers Embracing in the Mud |
The poet
with unbridled thoughts
and the
scent of fledgling sparrows
on her lips
rides
bareback to the river
on the
preacher's scarlet mule.
Baring
her teeth, she hunts
the piety
of the mosquito hunter
until
her quarry whimpers
until he
finds her bathing in the river
wearing nothing
but the rattle
of her
designer chains.
Under the
shade of an aspen tree
the poets revel in the sweet taste
of
failure and scorn the moonless
landscape
of success.
Their
unfinished rhymes
writhe in
sheer wantonness
with the
songs of blue wasps
on a bed
of fallen needles.
Mired in
the fever of this new swamp
she
flutters in his calloused hands
and cries
to her lover 'push me down
and push
me down until I taste the mud'.
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