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| Dali and Plath Make Love on The Edge of a Cliff he looks like Peter Seller's brother moving his paint brushes in and out afraid of the open spaces where the light rushes in and she's so dark in moods a plummy jam of images she dances for his curly mustache his sweet madness she is a Sheherazade of gray landscapes and jagged stones oh their lovemaking is as precise as a surgeon's scalpel slicing the belly or the chest - it is watching their own blood pool in an aphrodisiac elixir their green bottle fly kisses and watch-dial eyes that bring them closer to each other closer to the edge |
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