photo at the beach where waves have made contoured patterns in beige and black sand, with foamy sea water moving around a volcanic rock in the upper left, and bright warm sunlight reflecting off of water in the upper right corner of the image.

the clay was in your hand. life turned

onto the skin. a fountain was desire.
i dipped my fingers in, day after day

to taste this young and yearning body.
you didnt have to tell me even once

until my garden was creased and crinkled.
as later fell, we were unfolding it all

together. the sweet milk of a whisper.


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Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.)

(love) (ask) (erota)

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