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Meagan Moore Jan 2014
I – the girl you observe
guilty pleasure

marching through molten black
torch ignited
orbiting phantasms in the aphotic
burning within
corruption incinerated upon ingestion

tucked behind your frame
nestling ear
lip grazing canal

zest to soliloquy
vivacious saccharine tone
ruminating in the lilt of your tongue
resting in gum scoop and jawbone (mandible) reserve

adroit pivot
humbled gaze
locked
exteroception engaged

hard swallow
pearls scooped catatonic
atop lingering breast ascension

prudent olfaction volatile
cribriform annihilation
ginger – basil - brine - ruminate

etch of lace
sailplaning flesh topographic
aureate sunlight cresting soma
intoned morning – essence of miasma
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
Aching – attrited
chilled billows loft my lung
clingy house cat
punching
the damage in morse code
into my abdomen
muscle - vein
spasm reverberate

comforts
deep-chested camping socks
sweet potatoes
desiccated apricot and pecan cascades
*WRITTEN during finals week as I was recovering from a hospital visit over gastrointestional issues
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
in the aphotic
soft ***** hair touches my cheek
tracing thigh inlet with my nose
I draw my hand up the back of your inner calf
listlessly charged
my finger edge turns to pad
fingerprint friction ablaze against your chassis
puckering in want
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
Unfurling ancient drift
current sifted
sand grit mantling
diaspora effulgent
thumb humbly probing
tossed carapace niche

briny patina
shifting into fingerprint

I – request approach to thine
sodden curve
licking my thumb,
I'm enchanted with your gilt
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
the driftwood fits perfectly in my palm
I unspool the seaweed from its taper
furling it about my finger

my marriage to the sea was disputed
with a tiny crab that day
gentle tug-o-war with my heart
and my eruptive roar
echoing his staunch request
to keep his algae blanket - and home
the equivalent of a cardboard box in childhood
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
your acumen in ripping my clothes off
your exhale
executed succinctly in shallow lung
puckered alveoli - clenched
resonates as my own
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
To the wild woods
cut between sloped peaks
follow my trail of milky quartz pebbles
to the waterfall pool
leave your clothes just beyond the shores farthest ripple
and wade behind the tempest curtain
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