Mark the Book.
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Dust all the
words inside me
with your feathers-
Let's plagiarize love in similes
such as:
hot as the Saharan desert
or
drunk on our bodies like in Mardi Gras
Or let's intoxicate paperskin
with angled metaphors-
'What's the sun and the body
without the rise and set of such anomalies?'
or
' If clocks have hands,
time is just unsteady surgical fingers'
Chew the verbs Tenderly, Benignantly-
as if the edges of the letters are neatly spaced
to fill the quiet moments you lay awake-
Flip the pages of me:
lick a finger and turn.
Warmed by the palms
pages-creased and dogeared.
Cut for sustenance.
Transform such fleeting apparitions-
into something with lungs
and hearty appetite.
Start with chapter one
and end it with:
a lazy grin,
as you sigh against
the last page.
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