Ohhh, I see that he reads what I write
then maybe off to a bed's excitement
a thrill that makes me smile - and shake my head
I know each of his strokes, born out of old memories
his plannings and sensations, the swellings of his ego
his love making in absentia, the desire for exhilaration
it gives the hardening of his extended "I" substance
his special volubility takes on rhytms and fluids
all of them primordial in nature
as such attaining beauty
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