What was she saying?- Those drowned out words- Understood only when you place your ear- Upon her moist trap doors- She’s ministering boundaries- Vilifying the ground that doesn’t adore her?- I turned in my sleep- In fractured clarity- I heard her voice echoing my name- I no longer wore the sheep’s clothing- She was unzipping me- So carefully- The monkey leaped from her back onto mine- Beating me with the “whipped stick”- Her banter so fever pitched, she soon became the static- In my head- The liquor now is- Sedating me into a false tranquility- Vacuuming every last drop- Of my sympathy- If you haven’t learned by now- You can kiss me all you want- But this frog will never turn into your prince-Birth sign: Libra
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