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18 April 2012

the boy who rounded his words

tell me your words

and kiss my eyelids with
the surprise of a newborn
in heels.
try me.
eat my heart out through
my loins.
I will spread my legs and dance
along your thin,
giving lips.
paint me like one of your french
girls.
lay my feet along the right path,
the groove along your sinews
and rolling spine and lengthy
calves.
I have always been yours,
drawn from your ribs,
written with your fingers.
tell me you want my
children.
I will drink you
into my veins,
transforming lust to life.
speak to me, now.
tell me what births
I may someday give.

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