let me taste your guava juice
a pink slit doubled as a noose
for my head to hang
fold around the tensioned stems
and follow them until the bends
i'll puddle in between
admire your lengthy structured roots
the semi-hollow curling chutes
while tightening the grip
to just inhale the dew perfume
the sick energy of you in bloom
and drip and drip and drip
let me hear the seeds disperse
a roaring, purring broken curse
our exodus from self
and they all sang:
this is of freedom
bleeding freedom
crying freedom
spitting freedom
sweating freedom
vomiting freedom
cumming freedom
pissing freedom
shedding freedom
this is freedom
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