As softly as yor kisses
over the inner mouth of my stern
As gently as you hair
over the swellin'baldness of my bow
I could stare at you swirling silhouette day by day
'cause you are a vessel-man
And I am a blindworm-woman
And we are the rain pourin'down scattered lifetime's rafts
In a warmly smearin' monsoon of delight
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