Do your hands still wear
The hot of my neck
The prints of my fingers
Deep in your loamy flesh
Long left to dry
To find in my lips
Silky showers that
Scent you fertile
Make of your silences
A long-released hush
Throw your fingers into
The summers I stole from you.
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