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by Brynn Dizack

i like
to think that i courted you classically.
i am not conducive to secrecy
or mysteriousness.

i curl
your praise in my tongue
like a diamond-hard candy.
i rest the shiny beads of your voice
inside each curled knuckle,
white at the joints
from clutch i n g;.

i like
that we do not share clothing.
i like these things to be seperate
between lovers.
there is less a risk
of becoming one another.


Posted on 07/22/2005
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