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Dust all the
words inside me

with your feathers-



Let's plagiarize love in similes

such as:

hot as the Saharan desert

or

drunk on our bodies like in Mardi Gras

Or let's intoxicate paperskin

with angled metaphors-

'What's the sun and the body
without the rise and set of such anomalies?'


or
' If clocks have hands,
time is just unsteady surgical fingers'




Chew the verbs Tenderly, Benignantly-



as if the edges of the letters are neatly spaced
to fill the quiet moments you lay awake-



Flip the pages of me:
lick a finger and turn.




Warmed by the palms
pages-creased and dogeared.

Cut for sustenance.





Transform such fleeting apparitions-

into something with lungs
and hearty appetite.







Start with chapter one

and end it with:

a lazy grin,
as you sigh against

the last page.


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