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Creating Love
K.T. May |
The bottom tier of my house of cards,
You're my king of hearts.
Taking part in cementing my foundation,
I'm completely numb,
Save for feelings pertaining to you.
Gypsies in fuchsia fabric
Traipse clockwise around a fire of gold coins.
I tear my still-beating heart from my chest
And hand it to you slowly
As you graciously accept my offering.
I drink from the moisture in your glistening eyes.
I taste mocha sweetness on your lips
As you taste my body
With your own.
Your eyes beckon me stronger than your hands do.
I weep autumn-colored leaves over your bare feet.
Ignorant advice offered from those who've no concept of sensation.
I spin around in slow motion on my dark carousel
And I wave the winds behind me.
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