“Oooooh Crap!”
The howling voice of desire chokes me
like liquid giong up the wrong pipe.
Trapped in a cage of failed rememberance
stuck in my throat.
hand to mouth, fingers tickle till finally,
Ivomit up the words that had left me bare before.
Fear grips my heart and I become flush
Even as the dredge rushes forth…
And in an unconventional
out of mind…
out of body experience,
I speak of love to thee.
MARK EDWARD DECKER 
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