a swarm of bees sucked mouth
to mouth like oceans of telephones
she called it love to make the room around
did not guard itself against this hurricane
of tongues swollen by these spoken burlesques
of the tumultuous horizon is something savory
realities roll on as music plays
between sex hot majesty of sheets vibrates
strolls the insides amazed by various hangings
someone's portrait to thrill on tossed about excitedly
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