well it was I who chose to start

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tethered ankles I am wisp
your hand passes, wind-swayed I bow
close eyed

I do not remember how I moved,
how I spoke to bring you to me
how to whisper-tone your voice
how to hold your glare

I drop things
cut my cloth
smaller I stand
bared to you

"too literal darling!
too many pronouns pass your lips!"

your fist-crush carnation
presses pink from my petals
I melt like wafer on tongue

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tazz317tazz317over 6 years ago
TASTE NOT WHATS ON TONGUE

the exquisite taste of bared body. TK U MLJ LV NV

AnonymousAnonymousover 6 years ago
I love it.

The title is in one of my favorite songs, Angel of the Morning, by Merilee Rush and the Turnabouts. And the content, beautiful.

Epmd607Epmd607about 15 years ago
carnation

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