You are the charcoal vine that outlines me.
Your fingers give me contrast,
With each placement of them, thick like cigars,
My back arches, and I open.
Like the larkspur.
What I've always wanted
A site for poetry and other stuff
Not a dealer - downsizing and have some spare antiques
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