Salim Gold

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Old Song

Oh, you are thin and lovely, elegant,

Wearing classic dresses, tight, with thin waists:

Never decline—to incline and recline

And show off your identity of snow!

I like being your intransigent lover,

Milking unanticipated fathoms

Of milk, tapping your metaphysical

Honey, your metaphorical sugar….

You are eons sexier than other

Women, and never an undecided,

Or two-sided, or blind-sided lover.

I’m a troubadour of foam, spelunking

Your surf, surging, until my own surf’s purged,

And sweat, rinsing to our bones, scours us pure.

 

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