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by Jeph Johnson

cherry lips
I once
found bliss
barging through
aroused
smile
somewhere new
taking their cue
from words spoke
less profound
-
she bit her lip
and swirled her hips
while
pirouetting around
like a cue
in chalk
now when
I talk
words corkscrew
to the ground
-
the highs
and lows
of my prose
are no longer
in a spin
our whirling top
has all
but stopped
left rocking
in her wind
-
lines before
won't be ignored
though secure
like prison
chains
I now
walk
free
with another's key
and yet
her stain
remains