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Recent once more from summer season
and its fields of unrepentant grass,
we strip down within the dooryard
of my little area, take a look at every different over
for ticks. Via now we’ve
outlived embarrassment,
although of the bare pastimes,
this one stays the extra intimate:
what shapes we make
within the flashlight’s chiaroscuro,
interrogating each and every mole, each and every freckle,
prior to kissing them, an apology
to the blameless for such accusations.
Now not ceaselessly however from time to time I’ll spot one
strolling throughout your rainy pores and skin, motion
as misquoted shibboleth. I ferry
the little liar to the hearth, cautious
to burn what would possibly have come
between us. Such as you, I don’t want this
however I would like this. The betrayal
of the combat to stay nonetheless.

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