my
arms with a single embrace
would
speak more eloquently
of
my desires
my
lips silent on yours
would
reason
that
the words you bestow
upon
me
should
be devoured
with
gentle urgency.
fingers
like little cameras
are
taking photographs
of
our profane celebration.
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