In her there is a sainthood of the bared,
invigorating flesh united with a mind
that pushes to write and to rewrite
into different tongue the songs
of strangers; there is a sainthood
that my grateful mind and my
lusting flesh both desire
and praise as they do here,
one erect, the other striding
forward through the wilderness
of thick growing words, both
adoring, serving on their
own way my muse.
09.02.2025
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