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Oh, Georgette

Oh, Georgette

I’ll let you come upon my androgyny
But I’ll keep some things to myself, my opacity
I’ll make you wander deep
To that spot
To the valley below
Where the Guaiac woods are smouldering
And the warm tobacco leaves, are curling
And the rogue roses peal into the violets bloom
Where the todays and the tomorrows and the yesterdays, are too
Mingling in, a perineal how

I’ll take you right out to the edges
But I’ll balance on my pluralities, my pledges
I’ll make you ponder more
To lead you in
To then fling you right out
Where we’ll go right up to the very end
And starting there you’ll discover, senses again
And find that of the five there really is only two
Where what it is to smell and then to taste are, desires
Pleasuring on, a limitless now

I’ll get you disappearing through misty diffusions
But know my essence is always freely-swirling, my illusions
I’ll make you no doubt
To dance in aroma
To waft in adventure
Where odours have the power of persuasion
And smell is a carrier of tiny molecules, all creation
And it goes beyond the boundaries of ourselves
Where we’re airborne and we’ll meet the air in parts, little cells
Imbuing in, a phenomenal cloud

I’ll have you behind the eaves of the ears
But I will continue on dabbling here n’there, my airs
I’ll make you feel it
To the point
To the emission
Where you will react with your bodily heat
And from the base of the throat rolling down, we’ll meet
And go round to the back of the knees onto the inner wrist
Where breaths suffuse into souls certainty, multitudes exist
Inhaling in, a fascination ploughed

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