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                       her skin - highly addictive 
                     from the first touch -
                  she was born thirty-one days post term 
                       - that's when it happened

              no - I didn't eat - I said
         - but I drank water from a vase of daffodils -
             we grabbed our ulterior motives -
                  we shook our overlaps
                      - two kisses -
          smoke - and blue industrial moon below us -
     and far far beyond - in the gym -
 between the rings and vaulting box -
      the climb is towering -
           the light there is soft like the hands of Mona Lisa -
                the cherries fibrillate loudly there -
                  the girls fill the rounded hips of parentheses -
                     the boys are engaged in immense wars
                  and I want to play Mahler on her comb -
                             to lick her crimson lips in the women's room
  
                            I had a birthmark on my neck
                     - when I gave birth
               they told me it was a tick 
     - I can't remember myself without it at all - 
          I must have had it there for at least twenty years
              - I see - I said