Enter the Deep
I have ventured between her fleshy shade,
bearing tadpole and the spade-shifting spine,
vibrating frame...the sweet mystique-the
stories made.I've pushed in her ocean's
edge from symbolic gray swings my sledge
a plunging force, a striking wedge..soft
and curling lips turn red.I've heard the
sounds from the deepest fathoms, some dark
escape out of the well of phantoms.Sensual
cries feeding my twisting actions.Commanding
in the most giving forge with sliding traction.
poem by William Blackman
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