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I do not know what I desire more
To hold you, as my infant son, in melting fingers --
My lips apart from me becoming yours
And seeking, to survive, my wet and bare nipples,
Or to hold on impatient to your clothes
And learn from you my first love words, as your small daughter --
My lips apart from you that are still yours
And seeking, to survive, your tongue of tender knowing,
Or to return my lips and take your lips,
Within the trembling knot of one two-headed body --
My mouth of hips joined with your tongues to speak --
As man and woman, giving birth to son and daughter.
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