Mines I slave for nights and days
the dark depths conceal
hard hammered walls
of bones and dirt.
One hollow cavity I follow
pounding loud and soundly
a suckled pulse
for a dire gem of pleasure
and a mass mother lode.
In the core shaft of pursuit
the bright gilded veins
gleam ruptured passion
from every mind’s eye
my find you are mine
dear lover.
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Written August 25, 1999
Revised November 2, 2015
THE CIRCUS . . . . . . . . . AND THE ZOO 
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