your mouth singing

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reminded
of the moment before redolent pulp,
before breaking through
with front teeth and incisors
the skin of a strawberry
twitching over seeds
gathering taut pressure
and shifting or
crunching underneath

to lock, mouth to cheek,
and suck your skin
through the gaps in my teeth,
shredding you through
like fibres
of perfectly formed meat
dripping you

skipping over surface tension,
treading light
the ground, like a membrane,
bears her along:
a tiny, graceful insect
with thin little feet

dancing some hovering dance,
inviting scaly fish
to gorge themselves on this delicacy
with a clumsy splash
and flash of silver,
and twisting slender spine
toward us
until swallowing

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