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Jan 2016
this coming mouth over softly of sunlight

is subtle stuff and warmly arrives

through cheek as pink as rose
blood,

**** laughing, the

fooling of fingers in dark hair,

the rich surprise of lips
in a dark room
pinkly aware with morning–

grunts rolling over into
my arms and i

kiss its neck

(this small naked
PK Wakefield
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PK Wakefield
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