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In this dream
you have the rope
around your neck
I come to you
as to a lion
mad with hunger.
If you will trust
my hands on the rope
(Surely you see
I am naked before you,
as bare as the moon running
her hands through your hair,
dragging her great
thighs up to your cheekbones
knocking fruit from the vines,
wet with April and anticipation)
I will cut the rope away
and lie down
In the hard gleaming cavern
of your jaw, believing
you will not crush me.
It is as simple as that
And we are both free.
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