Slowly turning fans
On itchy roofs
The fragrance of sweaty love
In dead rooms
Eternity, I was taught
Tries to last
But caresses, pats do
Mutate to desired slaps
Should Tempests and Tidal waves
Retire to give way
For days and days
Of less suns and two more moons
Centuries of hyenas and lions
Have remorseless bonds
Ours, pulsing and throbbing
Oozing and slithering
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