Tracy's Rhythm

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    Tracy's Rhythm

     friction....pumping...skin to skin...harder...faster...caught in his rapture..thrashing legs..falling..floating...sighing...breathless..
    breathless..enveloped in his heat..drowning
    in his scent...whipped...beat..i fall to sleep...

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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