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i want to lick and kiss you
at the nape of your neck,
the seam where your hair
meets your skin,
like Texas corn fields meeting the sky;
i want your fingers to leave bruises
on the backs of my thighs,
small plum smudges
as a sacred souvenir;
i want to make love to you outside,
with the Southern sun beating down
i want to make
the mockingbirds call out in danger
and your old hunting dog howl;
i want to know you in every sense of the word.


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