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May 2014
He bore down and
Arching over her
A single holding hand cupped against
Her waiting skin
let me in
God's first kiss
She waited
Lips parted tentative
As he waited on the brink
God will let me think
Waiting
A weighted silence
Baiting
dip
Press against her lips
let me in
God's only sin

Sink

And when he pulled out
Slipped away
Her lips weren't normal dry
And inside a part of him was left
Behind
Dyed forever

Red and Eternal
Life's a Beach
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