What level?
she always asked
the many dice
gray like house mice
on the floor
again
Sound of die
striking tile
ritual crisp
all the while
soaking up
the steady focus
like felt
like ink
leaking down a map
black nile
he held up the question
til the pressure was too much
it rained down an answer
down on her
some art model
he had had
he had
maybe serious, may be desire?
the rain would explain
the rain
Nude but for rose
lingerie they chose
the querent
his lover
no other
level 4!
he would state
succinctly & finite
rolling his lips
round the R
rolling her eyes
round the room
three pair
house mice
six moon
cast dice
round the roundness
art models derriere...
round the rounded
perfection of emotionless
inflection ...
round about her
and the energies
made her feel
ill at ease & confused
the art model
Of the two who were talking
she repeated four
slightly mocking
the models eyes
she would catch
falling ever away...
Damn! she just did it! just now!
Do it again! Fall away!
the eyes!
4 goodness!
4 give & 4get it
she will do it again
she laughed
to herself
he missed it, so blind
so focused
no mind
pay no mind
no mind!
he was included
she extolled him
pressed & dispersed
(the feeling)
never told him
He undressed her
slow
with decisive
hesitation
washing over her face
he pressed
her eyelids like petals
her lashes
like parasols
fan down
cross her thighs
he lifts her up
from behind
by hands on her hips
quickly this time
like pluck of tulip
she becomes her sighs
surprised
level 4, in room 5
(a secret 4
gentlemen of
world and wide)
known 4
cessation of love
waiting
holding form
hesitating
dont u fucking move!
the moment
the tears
sought after
the years
moments
get lost
one upon
the other
when one
always chasin
one
B4
the tough
young girls
with elaborate
painted
fingernails
match
intricate colors
of I's
level 4
thats where...
they become their sighs
become their sighs
their sighs
eyes upon
eyes
upon
eyes
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