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In The Commune…

everybody I ever desired

or tasted

was swimming

in my brainstorm

dew beads came down

overhead

like molasses

coating their moulds

I made up;

inaccurately

and exaggerated

their thighs

breasts

hips

necklines

mouths

heaved

engulfing me

we swam together

in my brainstorm

that never left my body

until we became flushed

blushing

copulating corpses

with blonde, red, auburn

fair skins

with peridot

and aquamarine

gazes

swirling

underwater

THE GRAND CANYON

FLOODED

AND THE REST OF THE WORLD

WENT THROUGH A DROUGHT

And our smiles

were made of everything

that could make a smile

and it felt

better

the more

we did.