My lover has no face
No eyes no nose no lips
No eyes no nose no lips
Nor body I can hold
He is but a voice
a ghost of eloquence
Pervasive in my writhing ecstasy
I can not see him as he slips
Inside my oozing crevices
A stretched out drum of sheer sensation
In his transparency I become
In flaming tongues of poetry
He breathes new life into me
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