breasts lifted rippling meres corsets tight curve myth codpiece naked cold November the strongest discard stealth black
life has me such places modern rite courage
i recall a bristol roman myth a harvest celebration priests parading streets soughting self–stating virgins with whip snap and lust
who of us would hide to hide who of us would hide discovered who of us would take the priestly vows
is shiva changer here the harvest festival what he could do
An earlier version of this poem was published by Subverse in May 2003.
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