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01 April 2012

new meaning

put this balm on

the curve of my back and say
it will all be
okay, again.
remind me of the round tips
of your prodding fingers and
how they release the words from my
throat as misty, soundless gasps of
this simple meaning, this
yearning thirst.

speechless, I will teach you
my smell.
taste and become
yourself at sixteen,
painting me as your signature with
reaching arms as a resurrected woman
made youthful again in her own youth.

search my hands for
petals and laughter and
tell me my smell
becomes you.

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