Go easy over my hips
with my brassiere
pull it down
in this poetry of the moonlight
bathed and breathing
your breath and the night
your eyes speak gentle things
I am your soft girl
waiting with the Universe
to explode
always waiting a billion years
your eyes and the moonlight
You look at me and we know
we only know with our eyes
what two women and
billions of years can only know
these revolutions
these normal ways
Go easy over my hips
with my brassiere
my dear
make this last what
cannot last
my dear
make our fine craft
curved lips to curved lips
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