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My Thighs In Spring- For Meg Galipault

I
My thighs are on a killing spree
Hungry for the necks of would be
Lovers
My thighs are weapons of war
They will kill
Without remorse
Without a second look
They murder
They are done
With love
And softness
And you.

II
My thighs knew tears
Before they knew war
Before they knew blood 
And chafing
And bruises
They knew salt water
Falling from above
Because
They were wrong
And now in this future
They know aggression
They know you.

III
My thighs 
So soft
And big
And strong
They carry me
Through
Pain
And
Blood
And 
Tears

IV
So like-
My thighs are on a killing spree
Hungry for the necks of would be
Lovers
My thighs are weapons of war
They will kill
Without remorse
Without a second look
They murder
They are done
With love
And softness
And you. 
 

Posted 04/21/17
For my friend Meg Galiput.
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