Ago in a quarry When love made me leap Naked In cold December Instantly numbed Clambering out Shocked I by the icy water She by my flying For her Through the scrim of sense. Bleeding began after Feet thawed By warm exhilaration But scars are stronger Than hurts My cyclical spirit Builds to leaps Drawn upon a long time ago In a quarry naked When love mad…
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