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About This Poem
no postage necessary
your eyes mail me letters
letters i rip open
with suspense and wanting
words never spoken
dancing phrases
that i feel in my knees
unfold in my stomach
your eyes write me love notes
notes i tear apart
they glance down my body
sending cursive messages
punctuating each breast
with an exclamation mark
between my thighs
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