Long rolls of flesh fold in,
And form thin cleft. The inner ripples
Beckon of my fingers and exploratory tongue
Indulgence, even luxury—some slight thing like joy,
Although I lick at lips too low to smile.
Survivor Poetry Contest
Trigger 1, Poet's Choice (Free Verse)
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