To His Bold Mistress
By poet_hawtin
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Come into my room and let us fuck like lizards,
let us fuck like they did before the world was made;
inventing and reinventing our bodies,
redrawing the blueprints in bed sheets and candle wax,
in red wine and stockings.
Let Columbus find America, let Armstrong find the moon,
let us close our eyes and imagine this very room is soundproof.
Be my Jerusalem, be my Jordan,
teach me of your curious rituals and traditions
(Some even the natives are unaware of).
Seven religions have been written in worship of your body,
in the past half hour, you sex-pot saviour,
you brazen bronze cow, you.
Within the sanctuary of my room let me swing from
your frame, your sensational, sensual skeleton,
and in those final moments as I’m inside you
let us deflate and, at last, exhale
as if we have, yet again, somehow, cheated death.
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Beautifully written,and
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