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Jun 2013
Making kisses like
faint dog barks outside
my house at night,
I can feel their might
in my gums,
Maybe I’ll stick a pouch
in between my cheek and lip
and instead of tobacco
it’ll be filled with words
and it’ll be filled with you,
Brown leather grasshoppers
jump in your irises
and chirp when you nibble my ear,
A purple lipstick necklace
fell onto your collar bones
from my tongue,
Little white petals jump
from your fingertips
into my mouth (very quietly)
when you place your thumb
on my lower lip,
And you brush pollen
off my skin with your
dark dark hair
which gets caught
between my lips,
Between my lips
are your lips
and your tongue
young tongue
time bomb in my mouth
deep dark and heavy
black and melting
itself onto my stomach
Egyptian inscription
encrypting on old skin,
I say old because
no cap covered my
invisible freckles,
sun scars,
if you stare hard enough at nothing,
nothing becomes stars,
if you have everything,
blow it away like dandelion seeds;
soft caresses,
back onto someone else's pale cheek
draw a map of a forest
on your back while I
hold a pen in my mouth
and ******* more ink,
You be paper for me
and let me think while we lie
and still we lie
and we lie very still.
Ruth Boon
Written by
Ruth Boon  Hong Kong
(Hong Kong)   
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