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skin
slender
dirty
dry

wild wind-swept
hair
like
blue glass
love
and
secret tongues

red lace
leaving marks
on myt skin
as she whispers,
'teach me, please,
teach me how'

liquid blossoms
of her eyes
like people
in the
immense
darkness
of her light
consuming him
in burning smoking
tendrils

© 1998 m. hughes

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