by Maryanne Stahl
Please, no, don't stop. Oh, you see, it isn't that. I could but I don't want to. No, really, I said I don't want you to stop.
Yes, like that. Yes, I want, but what I want--oh, what I want.
Yes, it's good. It's good, it's good, it's good.
Good as sunlight
touching skin, as blue wind through green branches, as sheets of rain
over the parched land--drops on clay on clover on drops, swirling, pooling,
You speak into my mouth and I swallow your voice like milk, sucking--balm elixir unguent liniment--loves's pleasure drives his love away, but I don't ask for pleasure. I beg you fill me till my eyes close.
Please, don't please me. Fuck me to sleep.
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