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Jun 2017
Wistfully I sit across the table from you
Praying that something will leap from your mouth
Cognizant of romance--
I wait for fire to lick at your lips,
A shutter of ice to make you tremble,
Words that will release you
Uncaged you
Let you fall towards me,

Cascade
like a waterfall down my back,
Swell against my hips
Like a ripening seed pod
Drip like rain

And watch as I unfold, petal and stigma.

But you stay sitting there and I stay watching you
Cold calculating eyes and
thin firm mouth
While my insides burn like fireflies in the light of
a midsummer's eve
Little Wren
Written by
Little Wren  North Carolina
(North Carolina)   
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     --- and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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