Grapes are Sour

Grapes are Sour
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i think of her
she who is very far
bathes with me
in the shower
wet and moist
cold sweat
pour
every second
every minute
every hour

in my sleep in her bower
she who playfully
poetically taunts
grapes are sour
my dreamless world
latched to her trembling door
her blond silken tresses
my thoughts deflower
sleep awake sleep
zero hour
in a bottle like a djinn
all of me
within her power