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wanted love and take
kisses to hug and know
that fucking is not to slake
a thirst
but the culmination of a union,
a conjugation in a star-burst
of bodies,
a bliss that dares to say
mine is yours, share
in me forever.

in the cold of the night
when the stars ignite
and the edges of the moon excite,
we dare fight
acolytes, troglodytes
in the civilization of love
in a conclave
to brave
the world,
waive
the me
to find ourselves enslaved
when we give
willingly.


Ezra Ben-Meir
History:      # 224.2   March 1998; Revised from Dec. 1983; July 1999

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