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Explosive
Sodden residue forms a slippery grin,
asperous fingers caress so gently.
You tilted my neck to get a word in,
the alien touch is so foreign to me.
I’m so used to things that are vicious,
this method comes off a bit too benign.
You possess me as if I am precious.
My titanium side is extremely assertive,
but I have so much softness to give.
You mix telepathy with a mandolin,
this dimension of language a key.
Connection gets a seraphic spin,
that tenderness translates to carefree.
Becoming acquainted with courageous,
our two spirits merge and intertwine.
I no longer feel believing is treacherous.
In the past I have been so combative.
Now with peace? I am frankly, explosive.
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Melani Udaeta
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