brail
your skin a papyrus
my tongue a quill
soft to write upon you
dipped in musk and
honey scriptures of secret
thoughts and plans
to wrap you in a breath
sweetness and tailored
taffeta dresses to
conceal the fingerprints
i left on you
while reading
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poetry and what words wait at the end of long pauses
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