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Bloom you shadows inside my lids,
lips at rest and breast slow rise.
Dream me dreams of equal wed
self acceptance, scissored thighs
and sweetness sweated night on night
like wild palms in desert wind
splay me out in arcs of light
read the mystery of my mind.
I am she for she and he
she for love that love is love
and she of love for love is me
damp fruit in dawn's forever hold.
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