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Each kiss
A strike
Of lightning
Felt

Your hand
Is at
My throat

Your teeth
Have bit
Upon
My lip

My breath
Is hoarse
And short

You grip
Fine bones
And tender skin

Your eyes
Have made
Me still

A flash
Before
Your mouth
Comes down

To mark
That we
Are one.

Published 9 years ago

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