I Am a Tree, My Lovers Fly To And From Me

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She appeared, soaring out the sunset of San Francisco, leaving Hayokawa and his cops. She brought smiles and flutters, black babies and a white dog who would eat no bones. I was a boy then, non born and bred among bricks and bars. I was a boy then, and I trembled before her beauty, and her might. I felt fright, and I bent and shook and leaned and would not stand still. And she flew away. Zoom.

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She came, zooming outta New York with the sun in her hair. Her smiles were white teeth. Her breasts were plums in my mouth. We rode south thru the night. Her thighs were warm and soft like summer, And our love was thick and spilled like milk under the Missouri sky. There was water and laughter and friends bringing gifts. I was a man then, but still afraid, and stones began to grow in our bed.