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Should You Ask At Midnight

 What would I do without your voice to wake me?
Cor ad cor loquitur, I’m loath to know.
Kitsch operas sound, unhesitant to shake me, The sheers undrawn, the heavens hardly showing, My camisole askew, of lace-trimmed black – Not red, not white; not passionate or pure.
I raise the volume, and the voices crack— Vanilla scores: accessible, obscure.
But what would I do without your certain voice? Disjecta membra .
I am loath to think.
This negligée is sable, but my choice If black had been forbidden, would be pink: The blood of ballet satins, quartz, the lover, That cut from which I never could recover.

by Jennifer Reeser
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