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my body
relishes or holds much faith in
unleash
some fetishes
split
mangoes, the touch of tropic fruit
on human
pelt, seductive dripping,
how good
it felt
and the
frozen yogurt thrill?
lungs
catch their breathe
flesh
warms to silk
snow
caves, honeycomb wraps,
24carat
gold masks
all
promise heaven on earth
the soul
on a sunbed sulks,
sniggers at such seditious piffle.
Liz
Callingham