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by Anne Di Baguette

menthol wisps lips licked slowly in

mild concentration, setting elbow crocked

comfortably back in this bed

I can wait, I will watch

her, invisible she said


rationing breadcrumb trails, a path

leading her nowhere through

my forests confusion

my fingertips beckon when she lingers

trip her when she skips carefree

lay silent when she begs


hungrily, insatiable she said,

she devours my heart

one miserable

slice at a time


Posted on 12/01/2017
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