From forbidden love I gathered my song, deep from its tongue tasting the page, they alarm at its

touch for words are nothing if not the digits and organs of what’s outrageously wrong Oh take me down the river if I go And lead me to his nightstand in a dream There near his handkerchief and his ashtray Say, Bring me a drink of half-strength liquor If not for my Language, we could do more It’s a new alphabet I spelled in blood This poem is not for the weak at heart But eats of the lover’s body a meal Bitten like the fruit of sacred knowledge If I must love to live let me be condemned

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