Furze

Let us lie and discuss

the things of the universe.

Recline, laughing and mooning,

beneath cotton covers, fingers

tracing fleshy curves, across bones,

and through dense furze of curls.

We will laze

on giddy pillows, let fly

libidinous giggles,

speak neither curse nor terse word;

As, in sunbeams, motes disperse.

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