i must go out in your far
cause I’ve seen with my mouth
your spicy fruitful seasons of death
i’ve looked between your legs
where 400 year old grapevines
twirl up - all sticky and grey and black and knotted
i’ve seen you build a white and black
tiled floor over all the oceans of this one earth
only allowing tuffs of pubic grass
to break the cold surface
i’ve seen! i’ve SEEN!
You
Shining a brass door knob
i must go out in your far
cause I’ve tasted
your smile.
- © sjaka s. septembir, feb. 2000
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