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i'm a silk season.
i lick your throat of its honeysuckle
tenderness
minutes devoured


'''''''i'm naked window to your thought
consumed like the sands of time
that mirrored the crown of your mouth's flesh''''''''


and, such a rose petal
leaning on mid ocean deserts
i bloom,
simplistic word
left to fly
by your lazy tongue



and i wake up. speaking too kindly and thinking in Flowers.
it's still silky