Salim Gold

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Do we remember only what we must—

When we recall when and where we have loved

Or touched or laughed out loud like fools, giddy

With Pleasure and its plush satisfactions?

Often, there’s dark wine and dove nakedness—

Your angular beauty, your curves swerving

Away from clothes, while the moon swings from clouds

Or the sun leaps up from the sea.  To warm….

Let’s say we swig sweat in our wet kisses

As you pull me on you, and there I ply—

While apple blossoms sugar an orchard.

My silver-breast woman, necklaced in gold,

But belted in copper, I remember

We are lovers who rest but seldom sleep.

 

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