Be drawn, and a script would be written.
Let the magnetic fields of her face
Inch you across the tableau
Of mannequins frozen in absent poses.
The story you will write within her
Must not contain any mistakes.
You are indelible, and she cannot erase.
When the stage curtains spread
Both of you are naked in the spot.
Let her hooks into you. The dialogue
Between two poles goes bond, and bond.
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