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Mahogany Ree Apr 17
to nibble
is to taste his intoxicating sweetness
it is to quench her thirst from the cup of his pores
uncork his decanter
waft in his aroma
drift
into the seas of his Hennessy
get
         high off his myrrh—
                          —he’s so medicinal
Mahogany Ree Aug 2023
on the cusp of tears too stubborn to fall
like vines cascading down her cheeks
fruits of her eyes fall
warm brines
drawing her into awakening
she feels . . .
but then
. . . she doesn’t


© Mahogany Ree
8-24-23
Written 3-16-22
Mahogany Ree Aug 2023
like the beating of a drum
his name reverberates
throughout the contours of my mind
an undeniable constant
unyielding echoes
charging wall after wall
bouncing and falling
from one neuron to the next
electrical impulses strumming
and humming
. . . like amazing grace
it sounds so, sweet



Mahogany Ree
© 8-24-23
Mahogany Ree Dec 2020
at the end of . . .
. . .  what happened
and the beginning of  . . .
. . .  I don’t give a ****

that was never who I was supposed
to be
. . . yet, here I am

it’s the return of the serve for me


Love,
Mahogany Ree


© 12-2-20
Mahogany Ree Sep 2020
the love i have for you
. . .  is so ******* LOUD
it’s deafening

you sir . . .
. . . are more than just my muse

© Mahogany Ree
9-27-20
Mahogany Ree May 2020
love is
a shotgun shack
along the bayou
in the middle
of nowhere

love .  .  .
. . . is
a maze of estuaries
where the channels
of two hearts
cross the paths
creating streams
to the soul

© Mahogany Ree
5-29-20
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