impatient output.

How long before I have to beg
        how long before I’ve lost all sense?

     Where did my lonely mind go
   if not to be swallowed whole and tongue caressed withheld
         by your loving mouth

                 as far as Neanderthal comets go
         I’ll wait for February

                      exhaling steam



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