Let Me Call You My Muse

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Oh, delight me, love, in the ways of your form —
the curve of your flesh meeting mine,
the flush in your skin rising to the surface,
lost in a storm we cannot hope to tame

We told ourselves we knew better
than to stoke flames or even steal gazes
across crowded rooms that had no idea
what thunder…

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just another writer with too many cats

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just another writer with too many cats

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