alignment

Posted: September 18, 2008 in Poetry
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line up the palms of your hands
with my nipples
and i’ll place my teeth
in the imprints
on your shoulder
and my tongue will scoop
the sweat off your chest
then push me up
lift me up and
my nails will run
parallel to your spine
and lock into your ass
then let’s harmonize
as your fingers lock
into the hair on my neck
as your knuckles grip
the curve of my ankles
all lips sore
all flesh torn
until we reform
burn newborn

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