Richard Van Camp

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Your voice is bathing me you will say
and her mouth will be light that will touch your secret place
1 am wolf she will say
and you taught me how
she will smile and hold her hands to the face of moon
not to scratch or mar
but to hold and laugh
and dance
and sing...

(this poem is for JB, MSM, GM, FB, TB, WT, and others hurt...)

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