Dear
You build me
in longed xylophone.
I am beat skipping in your veins,
but what poison
to know the name,
the hills I seek.
So coy dancer,
distantly waking overground,
playing pleasure folds
to cheeks.
Bent ears,
shine and I will seek.
Copyright © Jennifer Ratcliffe | Year Posted 2011
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