and there was something in the
sloping way
you unfolded before me,
pink as the underside
of a shell
those nights when each kiss
was a blossom unto itself,
roselip flesh sampled softly
beneath blankets and silver screens
you set fire to me
a thousand times over
and i thought
(before anyone else tells you)
you should know
your tongue
can silence oceans
Copyright 2005 doll on the rag
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