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jupiter
By anaksunamun
I love the way you ask me random things.
It's two a.m here in madison and I have to be back up in five hours, should
I eat now or wait for morning baby ?...the way you kiss me up and down
my spine.
I feel alive like a womb of wasps making love on my epidural scar . your
perfect wrist on my belly gentle like warm singing to the wild blown trees
.. and how you love
the imprint of my bra across my back when I come home at night.
unable.
when I don't taste you , I taste salt and sweat and rusty rosary beads,
and all my passports are lost and falling through broken drawers , when
you aren't here to catch them .
you are softness I am sore.
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Copyright 2014 anaksunamun
Published on Friday, October 10, 2014.
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On Tuesday, January 2, 2018, Cassette
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wrote:
"you are softness I am sore" ...every little thing about this, the ache, the tenderness.
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On Saturday, April 11, 2015, Phalanx
(628) wrote:
That is a space I can't fill with words although, I noticed. It's damn good.
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A former member wrote:
I love this.... awesome job
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On Saturday, August 2, 2014, whisperingwalls
(210) wrote:
I agree with the previous comment, this is the third work i've read and you are a multi-faceted poet. I enjoy the format with which you convey, and the unique imagery you use to express powerful and gripping emotions. I think I'm becoming a fan :p.
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