Conduit

poetry and pornography
conjoining

in this, poem. you do not know
me. as i write this, i shift from one
site to another.

from buson to the bottom
of what is prohibited by our sense
of propriety,

i cough. i sigh. i ache. i simply
refuse to die.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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