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A Delicate Place
cold light in his veins
wakes her still alone
nipples not yet soft
she feels him red
with sparks beneath her
long hair shiny flint
whole body a match
no secret what he could do
a man with one condition
the best kind
she laughs a heartclap
early storm
golden beads shower him
she remembers singing
her moon song
the poet king wants her pull
he is agony
she magic
we are young and full
our shoulders grow cold
we debate whether or not
a milkshake
wet hands wipe bare
land and light alive again
such colors oozing out
the sky it looked
how it feels
when the long wait ends
we arrive at the cusp
already with seed
wakes her still alone
nipples not yet soft
she feels him red
with sparks beneath her
long hair shiny flint
whole body a match
no secret what he could do
a man with one condition
the best kind
she laughs a heartclap
early storm
golden beads shower him
she remembers singing
her moon song
the poet king wants her pull
he is agony
she magic
we are young and full
our shoulders grow cold
we debate whether or not
a milkshake
wet hands wipe bare
land and light alive again
such colors oozing out
the sky it looked
how it feels
when the long wait ends
we arrive at the cusp
already with seed
Posted 05/04/12
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