I was in his arms, anew.
It was cushy. We felt good.
Aback I missed your hands!
All the foxy shes around
Dream of being sheltered;
A part of me as well, howbeit
Lies a pursuit of wilderness.
Uttered no word of fervor,
Sang no lyric of spasm, yet
You played all the tunes
The music of the aeon...
I cognize no term, no sign
This half requited credence
Between the wacky us two
Prevails one hefty mystery!
Rebuffing all norms of society
Refuting all that my senses say
Make me live, like I believe in you
Take me afar, feral and bay...
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