The distant curve of heaven starts to blush
behind a veil of clouds, behind the lush
trees and wandering bayous. Under just one
moon the birds awake to the cold and wet
day and spread their wings inside my mouth.
She opens herself up, takes in her mouth
a gasp of air that makes her cheeks blush.
I've grabbed her and begun to taste the wet
corners of her insides. I enter the lush
church between her thighs, sing in the lush
cathedral devotional hymns with my mouth.
The vault of stars has twinkled in the wet
reflection of her eyes, and she blushes
through the intercourse that makes one.
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