On cold days it's easy
To bu*tom the mouth against kisses
To dust the breasts with talcum
Forget the red of the heart
Becoming a nun
One those days the heart beats
Beats like a digital clock-
Chilly as green neon
Luminous in the dark
I think I can live without it----
Lovewith its pumping blood
Sex with its messy hungers
Men with tjeir peaco*k strut
Becoming a nun
I'm zipped into my body suit
I'm wearing seven league suede boots
I'm marching over cobblestones
Like heads of men I have known
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