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stumbling through

a night of intoxicants



and your wild irish rose



a metaphoricall home

for my thumb

when it enters you



your lips are

the cliche of rapture

and your tongue

master of the oboe



i have new phrasings

for you

that cascades

from your kiss



where purity falls

off the wagon



and your smirk tastes

like fermented grapes