Harf porn is
Change falling through the fingers,
Dancing through the brain to
Hollow cavity within, with
Dentist drill sound effects
Of bodies twined together,
Head beating on the floor.
Bondage breakage and the wish,
To the sound of bees buzzing
Haiku prophecy, that there had never been
A harf that bled.
The coins have all been touched,
devalued, smudged: you are not the first.
Others have harfed before you,
A silent fraternity who
Never look anyone in the eyes again.
[This is also a poem that perhaps a dozen people on this planet will understand. Ah well.]
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