darling it's been awhile,
since my neck was held back ---while---
you whip me around your track--
hair tangled, orange and blue--
the spots in my eyes, my mouth knowing you--
my body it cries;
ancient dialect like nails it goes in
and arched the hanging ---parts of me appear thin
our hearts they are clanging.
my chesty cavern fills with sweet prize
like spongey cake --you--rise
you bake
and ending my dreams are orange in blue
the love in my heart, and knowing you
my work of art.
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