Aire Celeste Norell..........
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That Tree that tree up ahead-- its many smooth-barked trunks sinuous and welcoming like legs outspread In Worship you bow your head in worship your tongue is slow I think I can feel every tastebud gradually my radiating thoughts consense into simple rhythm stir--spasm--stir--spasm simultaneously now you shake the laughter up out of my belly Lust Lust devours trees lays low mountains breaks bones ties knots of steel Lust does not ask first for your consent Lust laughs as you writhe and duck her blows Lust dreams but never quietly ..........................................................Wind in the Heavens: .........................................................................The Collected Poems of Aire Celeste Norell ......................................................................... © 2003 Main Page
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