sod the world

we talk of making risk
and the world buggers things up

well it can sod off

i want to make risk with you
to love ecstatic you.

i'll let you curse me for being man
yet need me as man anyway

i want to lie you down
and burn you whispers

i'll sleep you wake you kiss you
and hap you the day

be mine
and sod the world

image: poem



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