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Jan. 16th, 2006
Boom-Boom, by James Tate
Jan. 16th, 2006 06:00 pmA man and a woman meet in an alley. They kiss
but they don't really know one another. You smell
like violets, he says putting his hand on her breast.
You're strong, she says rubbing herself on his thigh.
He runs his hands through her hair and pulls her tighter
to him. I must have you, he says. Yes, I want to
make love to you, she says touching him between his
legs. Yes, you must give up your treasure to fruc-
tify the crops, he says. Oh yes, I want to fructify
very much, she says. The crops, I mean.
but they don't really know one another. You smell
like violets, he says putting his hand on her breast.
You're strong, she says rubbing herself on his thigh.
He runs his hands through her hair and pulls her tighter
to him. I must have you, he says. Yes, I want to
make love to you, she says touching him between his
legs. Yes, you must give up your treasure to fruc-
tify the crops, he says. Oh yes, I want to fructify
very much, she says. The crops, I mean.