Love is love is love is love.
It's not
the same, it's not the same.
Love is the slice of life.
The
moments of heart beat, thigh beat, eye beat.
Love is love is love is love.
What have
you got when it is done?
But
moment's of thought.
Measures
that have come though hearts.
Foreboding of life;
Love is
love is love is love.
Have you known the pleasure of the moment?
Hearts
beating together.
Hearts beating in rhythm and rhythm and rhythm and rhythm and time and time.
Hearts beating in rhythm and rhythm and rhythm and rhythm and time and time.
Love is love is love is love.
Have you
seen the moment of her breasts
Sky
lighted upon shallows of night.
Hearts in bondage.
Moments
thrashing.
Throw
the dice.
Landscape of her body;
Mountains,
five valleys.
Cascade
off her mind.
Mind is
body, shaped like ecstasy.
Love is love is love is love.
Know but
man - woman.
Love is love is love is love.
Trace the
outline of her nipples
In the
soft, soft moments of erect night....
K.J.K.
11-25-01
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