sleepwalking

SLEEPWALKING that morning i saw herlithe.... Sappho nymphherding butterfies on the bike pathmaybe warm and hazy daysincrease the nose for sexmy appetite for love went haywirebiting my tongue not to blurt out"i love you"for i doand see me with youwrestling in the pungent grassinstantly, i knew the exact shade of pinkyour twin aureolesand gaged the length of your nethermost beardall i offer is a kind of potent stiffnessand a clumsy passion walking in my sleep