Every word she speaks
is touched wet
with her
tongue.
I want to become
the vocabularly
she draws on
the language
of l'amour
I want to be the word,
a long multi-consonant verb
that tumble-tongues
into luscious nouns
carried on vowels
made of the soft-interior
of her cheeks
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I write real poetry, raw poetry, tender poetry, whereas Anonymouse writes from the point of view of a prose-bag.
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