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i want to mark you

with half crescent claw of nail,

declare you are mine

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push your thumb

into

my mouth.

hold my tongue down .

follow the slide

of your fingers.

stroke lip inside out.

follow chin

to  jaw.

take my words

take my words

take my words.

thought i would revisit this one…

leejaye

i am terrified

by the

rawness of this

desire –

i can feel it

stripping me away,

one layer

at a time.

i suspect that,

eventually,

it will

leave me

as

neatly exposed

as a carefully

skinned

rabbit,

all inside out,

all pure

visceral

mass.

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lightning on this edge

of sky this is you and me

our long kiss goodbye

i kiss you like the

thirsty woman kisses her

new bottle of gin

Your mark on my mouth:

Leaves my lips stained like fingers

Picking blackberries.

You burn this light all

along my nerves skin and bone.

Our conflagration.

i

swim

to

consciousness

somewhere

in

the

predawn

hint and hum of light

and

drown myself

in you

again

and

again and again.

again.

the taste of your sweat

under my tongue. Your skin, mine.

My sweat on your tongue…

he holds her

tight

by the throat

until

soft mews of

desire

escape from her

mouth.

By now,

she

has no words.

He has stolen them,

lost them,

sunk them.

drowned them in

waves

and

waves

and waves

of

pleasure

pleasurepleasurealittle

pain

painpleasure.

Sharp

grazed

bite tooth nail

Sudden

softness of

lips and mouth and skin.

her indrawn breath.

The tightening of

his fingers.

her outdrawn gasp.

The

tightening

of

his

fingers.

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