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poetry

by Jason Morales

of this of that
inner rings
​peculiar and rarely
cella
anguilla anguilla​


throws & parallels
​​​gardenpomes

she: I love to run

6/20/1996

 
she: I love to run
my fingers thru the furious
tresses of your hair

his eyes closed in her lap

she: slowly enough
to fill your head with curious
tingles of the chill

his toes clenched and crackled

she: as curls of fire
stroke lovingly the inside
soft of my palm

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