Amid his roar she grasp for breath
And he glances down at her
Admiring a spine of desire in her eyes
The state of her physiological intelligence
The force of her lechery
A holy eucharist he owns
A temple he religiously visits
A necessary passage of his existence
As one whose love song is intimate
Whose muse is a blessing in disguise
On a bitter night, at the edge of the bridge
Saved by her contradictory impulses
And the one word she uttered:
JUMP!
-PRK-
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