Let your tongue do the licking
and throat the sucking
then breathe the pheromones
through your nostrils,
the strange scents tickling
and moistness mix
into bloodstream injected
as it hits the brain
as an "I love you now"
Then as she drains you too
the sperm remains
in her - as its preserved
as a genetic backup
she loves you then forever,
for a child was begot
in her without pregnancy,
natures ways are
so strange - we know not.
Such are all bonds made -
but the strongest
they are without sexuality
only sensuality,
the way food was prepared
or the curtains ;
a note left to remember
we were both so
in love - it mattered not.
Is this then art as abrubt it was
to change perspectives ?
I wouldn't know but I loved
her as much as this,
and she did too - or she would
not also be caught
in that moment of departure
misunderstood as it was,
as a cloth to the tears in eyes.
Griefs are passing - I wiped them
off for the future of us,
as swallowing, spitting, choking
on the rod of love,
that she may know I loved her
as the sprouting falls,
as a quiet river and the roots
of the trees'n plants
which keeps the water pure.
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