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Mar 2010
Soft silver honeydew drops plop
Onto red lips crimson flecked,
Tulips bedded down brushed thread
Across my mouth and forehead.

Flaked copper green wash screams from your eyes, dreams,
Their  forked tongue corona feels out my mind,
I breathe
I breathe
I breathe in the fumes and tendrils of perfumes of
You and sweat and salty reams tangy sparkles in streams tangerine

Hypnotic, as locked lipped lovers leap
Into oblivion deep
Arms legs ankles steeped in the rasping sheets
Between us
Over us
Beneath us
Streak.

I love you that deep.
Justin Blaauw
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