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Jodie Smith Poem
Co.
Breath intertwined, mine his.
Gulps visceral
Hold it, hold it, hold it. Please.
Hair tickles chin, coarser now.
Hand hooked. Grip for protection. Mine, his? Discomfort hits after a time of cocoon - untangle a limb, like once before.
The prising of sweat-dampened skin. Skin
that had been forced together. Forced apart.
Copyright © Jodie Smith | Year Posted 2020
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