each time after a few days
sometimes after a few hours
I worry that it is over
that the desire will remain
but only silence will flow
from your lips and I
will not speak again
yet somehow I keep it up
I plow so to speak the fecund
field open up the darkness
like ink and dip my pen
into the well of being
o muse long may you use
my tongue for your pleasure

(February 20, 2017)

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