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J.C. Scheff

At Your Toes



Like the queen conch,

My shell has become thicker with age.

I’ve become less impressed,

Bored perhaps with copulating?

I am not native to you, but only of myself.

These pearls I lay, like memories at your toes.

Press your ear to me,

So that I might lie to you.




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2 thoughts on “At Your Toes

  1. Sigh…….. yes… lie to me … 🙂

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