monkeys mating in the jungle trees

her n me

A silver girl slowly bathing in silver water

Silver moonlight

A love that is silver, a silver heart

My cold, empty, silver soul

Her beautiful, ripe flesh

Kissed by my cold, silver lips

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In my dream I have somehow become a fast horse. And in this dream I gallop, trot, and prance. Yes, that's right. Actual prancing. It feels good to be a fast horse, in another dream I was a moose, and in still another I was a dog. There may not be an exact explanation, but there is this - it always feels pretty good. Excellent. In this dream I am a fast horse, moving swiftly across a grassy prairie. The bright sunshine is warm and fine on my back, and when I awake I see the saddle and bridle waiting silently beside my bed. 

Previously on Duanes PoeTree

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Like snakes entwined and spinning 

Like howler monkeys mating in the jungle trees 

Flesh on flesh 

Heart on heart

James Lee Jobe 

Conservatives want live babies so they can train them to be dead soldiers. 

George Carlin

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