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Happiness By Fred A. Wilcox On a New Year's night we danced Thigh making love romance Heart to heart we clasped You hair inflamed my lips Your breath stopped my breathing Your eyes took away my sight On an ice-lit night We waltzed Waves chewing at our feet Slashing at our knees Burning into our thighs We couldn't stop until it crested high Above our bloated rhythms. But, oh my darling I will never forget your eyes Your hair your breath your thighs The night we drowned together One last time Like lovers Hand in barnacle hand Rising to the bottom of Our storm-ravaged lives. |
