She drew from the green, and "September" filled the warm April air…
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“Basorexia”
The taste of your lips
on mine, a marriage
of pheromones,
feral lust —
ephemeral,
but essential.
Agape connects.
Agape befriends.
Agape emboldens.
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“Mamihlapinatapai”
& on cue,
the conversation receded,
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“Redamancy”
Gray, gossamer light lilts
through the tilted slats
of the Persian blinds,
barely caressing her body.