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blaze
i do not speak of her kiss
the of gentle tenderness
that speaks for itself
i do not clamor like
the bell over a hammock
that holds my quiver
as it sinks into the sofa
after the touch of pink coral
i just listen to the chatter
and fuss of my aorta
squeezing more life
though my arteries
and
burn inside the heat
that each compression
brings to my flesh
slowly
inhaling the moment
trying to ease the excitement
that i am flush with
