Scribed Memory
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I closed this book when you left last night
mine colleen
waking to your dried sweat
stuck to mine
thus your hirsute lover’s brain sparked
and mine digit’s again
began to dance
My hair
gnarled
it's entire length viscid with
ourn mix
remnants of your moist lip’s
scent the mask of mine face
and the ringlet's of your long tresses
adorn this chest
Mine lair found it’s empty
not
mine thoughts
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2015
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