Metaphor

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hands cupped over hands

i shape your mud pot

pointe - pink ribbons

tie the ankle between us

kicking infant under disco ball

flee elegant restraint

arms wrapped around hips

you mold my vase

i'll run 1000x through traffic

protective leader, don't bleed anymore

yesterday's sour candy is

today's sweet saliva

put me on the swing in the playground

watch pensively from the window

i coil figure eight

zero is too conventional

if you told me to jump off a cliff, i would

take you with me at the finger tips, unwrapped

let's go for a zig-zag walk home

to avoid thinking, and connect the dots

shelf those princess swoons

for composed reading, lovely strength

i am an elephant leg of flesh

sanitize my abstracted fish scales

those cupped hands are the holy grail

ambrosial lust

chaste thighs will beckon you

my double-the-fun-one

come-hither hermes, dig my pain

with your chipped tooth

oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh

you

overtake the hurdle of hem

enrapture, skin

buzz current through the pin

sticks, head, and looped genitals

tear apart the metallic

phallic elevator entrance, and

close the book to compress us pages

readers don't need this

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