Want.

delicious blue shadow
frantic after a cold spring,
picture our language licking
as women swim a please   (don't stop)
drunk iron beat goes mad.
urge, made raw by weak blows
most music sprays a white
	vacant stare: lust
 rips a light dress whole
in want's car
you crush beauty's next
black rose.

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