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Elissa Coady Sep 2011
I was clipping white waves with soft fingers

On the bow of your seagull swoop;

I was stringing red matter like putty

Between tendrils of peach.



I was kissing velvet with velvet

And water with water made clean.

I was swiriling white pearls with chocolate,

Falling through unhinged spaces.



I was drawing conclusions like bodies

And piping hot bodies like conclusions.

I was mottled and close to you like warm coffee,

Fringed with green lace through seduction.



I was mapping out skyways with vigor:

Dancing precariously on the tip of a pen.

I was waiting for the crash of burgundy

But all I felt were your arms!



I was answering to blue minnows

Under the ice clear water by my feet.

I was twisting my form like truths

And I did not, do not, want it to stop.

— The End —