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One boy can dream of Spring

Water sweet under languid beauty

Urge raw with worship

Need a gift in the Garden


Weak from Shadow's repulsive whisper

Enormous power driving a symphony of vision

Moans fall like rain lazy in the moment

Together their music bares diamonds


Tongues smooth over sweat and lust

Frantic rock hard meat behind luscious butt

Spraying honey mad with smell

Heaving two delirious men away to the Moon


A true blue windy trip through love

Void of time, language, and Winter storm

Delicate blood of life screaming hot white light

Sunshine blowing Shadows to sleep


Sherman Buck

Spring 1995