Girls I'd Like to Kiss #3
Lucy Lui
You've become an incredible cougar
with genetic resistance to ungainly
age. Hair still black as the ink
used to draw the characters
of your name. And I whisper the "luh"
and lick the "ooo" that sing
in consonants and vowels,
the shape your lips describe
when they press against mine.
We discover sugar coats
and honey gloss can delight
our tongues as much as your golden
skin delights my fingers.
Like the brush chasing the shiver
of sensation across the inkstone,
as smooth as your flesh before
dipping into the ink down lower.
As delicate as the rice paper
your kiss is written on.
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