Supernity in Thighs

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God lets us die because our love spills wide

In love.  Do not let any poison stain

Our arteries.  Let each one be the bride

And husband both.  Let every purple vein

Course love.  Forget the projects, work and things

That do not really matter.  Feel the surge

Of love instead.  Let shoulders sprout their wings.

As lovers we will look to thrust and urge

In bedrooms.  Then while sitting in our chairs

At dinner, let the finest china shine

Like auras as we eat.  We don’t want heirs.

Who needs them?  We have love from heaven’s mine.

  Our love will be like cities far above

    The symphonies and poetries of love.