lifeinpoetry: How could we not be a song? I humthis man in my bed all night, my mouth a loose choir& his body a gospel & I don’t mean like a songI mean gospel like a religion or like a testimonyetched in gold. How could we be only a song?

lifeinpoetry: How could we not be a song? I humthis man in my bed all night, my mouth

lifeinpoetry: How could we not be a song? I humthis man in my bed all night, my mouth a loose choir& his body a gospel & I don’t mean like a songI mean gospel like a religion or like a testimonyetched in gold. How could we be only a song? —

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