Taming Lust

Bind me with rain,

Give me soothing comfort as

fraud from the driver between my legs

makes me hot and unclean

during sleep.

What strange guests await in the sea before the house,

gaudy on their local ships?

Give me good help and put me down

in the park.

Let me produce vines to depend on the place.

There is no sense of operation.

And the strangers come.

Their teeth have been refined.

Their hands are swift.

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