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there is you

and there is

the non-you



beneath the surface

of you is that turmoil

of confusion that

i give up understanding



but on the edge



where you and the non-you

exists is the edge that could be

my playground



where your fountain of joy

bubbles to the surface

and dribbles out

pungent excitement



there is a stamp on

your temptation passport



that hangs around the boundary

like my blurred kiss



that isn't floating before your lips

or under your skin



but on the flesh



and becomes an illegal alien

below your sovereign outpost

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