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flushed cheeks by Jeremy Magee
i long for the coolness that
is quickly erased at the blossoming
lips on the pink soil my neck offers,
like a humble fatted calf,
the raking of two bodies over coals,
a sweet singing aroma of stardust
curling like contented toes,
soft, polished rocks sinking into curves.
the sturdy tree limbs pinned
in a kind, loving wind, stars locked
into stars, hips up to silent
conversations, the wriggling of a morning sun.
12/19/2007 Author's Note: Open, empty hands.
Posted on 12/19/2007 Copyright © 2010 Jeremy Magee
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