st valentine’s eve – anna and floris: 1270

at dusk she kisses him

mushymouthed and clinging breathless breast

to breast their smooth commingling

hard then fluid tender melting

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cool hot creamy sex when two

so made so shaped for one another

couple up as one in one

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dissolving her in him in her like milk in tea

and in the pearl-pale moisture bleeding from those honeyed lips

and in the sweet salt sweat of thighs and loins

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she cries he too

for in that kindling consummate moment

they come consumed to be together

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all thought given up

yesterday today no more tomorrow

she wonders how such mindless mindfulness surrenders

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she wonders is that it then when valentine dawns

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when is tomorrow then

when I and you become us

and she conceives as day in night is born

and fused and found forever lost that moment

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when together now

we come as close as one can be to one

then is tomorrow and tomorrow’s past

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Omm 

valentine’s eve into day 2018