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Jan 2016
I could paint your skin with my teeth
a pale goddess on the sheets
splashes of deep violet at the surface of your marble skin
i tag you with impressions of desire
intimate places where I've been
it's not a watercolor
I don't trace you with horse hair
I don't scrape your skin with charcoal
I wont mold you in my hands like Clay
but I'll feel your blood on my lips
hands on your hips...
Blaine smith
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