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Thursday, November 17, 2005

CEREMONY

CEREMONY

i sat to drink
a weak tea of mostly
warm water,
and sugar, I pulled from my lips
to serve you,
the rim wet,
still warm from me.

you warmed to the idea
of drinking from the same
wet cup
you put to your lips
like honey, you thought it tasted,
my saliva you sat to drink
beside me.
Posted by Raymond Marias at Thursday, November 17, 2005

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