my love grasps the thread
of her breath from the edge
of orgasm
she spins, spinning it
into a passion story
love after love
we exhaust each other –
in her heart
swirls something dark
in a space I cannot see
A Room of My Own: Land of the Un/Free
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*Between Heaven and Hell*, IX
*my body, my choice *
penetrating the distant chants
of *U-S-A!*
I gaze at Lady Liberty’s
forward-facing charge
to the clicki...
