To indulge in the sin
To molest our brains
To give us the most immoral motives
To satisfy our senses
Motives that come from our darkest dreams
The kinds that we only see
When we are alone
The kind of dreams we are afraid to share
Ashamed to share
Fearing resentment
From those who refuse to feel
I sin
I dream
I dream while sinning
I break the shield
Of your conviction
With my thoughts
I make you sin
You make me dream
We break the silence
We are in heaven
We are heaven.
"pig correspondence", A New Collection of Poems
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Here at Lulu our Nickel Hole Press have just published *pig correspondence*,
a book of poems from a few years ago. This will be on Amazon in a few
weeks. ...
4 years ago
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