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09 Jul 2002

sing to me.

I want to curl up under your chin
and let the humidity of your livelihood
condense on my forehead
trickle over my temples
and drip into my mouth.
Oh, only you, my own sun,
wavering on that high note
that vibrates near my second molar
and which you break with a flourish.

Posted at 12:09 PM in category Old (this category is huge!)

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