butters
High on a Hill
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animal skin remembers the stroke of furooh cave fire..
On a bed of animal skin,
bonfire blazing from the mouth
reflecting 'cross the walls of stone
bodies twisting in between
imagine you and I my love
in such a primal scene
there's fire
earthenware cup set near
bubbles
relishes earthy aroma of supple hide
the cold blue electric pulse of fear rides our spines
some deep memory of jaws and blood
in the night when the fire's burned low
as we writhe in abandon to life
so pass the living coal from mouth to mouth
keep the dark at bay
howl to a moonless void
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