My fingers took pencil to pad in the twilight between yesterday and tomorrow, where clouds pink the sky line and wet air heavies my jeans. 
The corner of Pine and Broad remains still.  Bodies linger at store windows, droplets of water formed at the back of their necks.  A woman 
holds her fingers against her cheek; I hold memory of your body inside my sheets.  Dust fell to my plate with each click of the fan, and I 
swallowed the chill into my chest. 
Inside this town, medicated I sought your skin over my lined past.  Your smile crossed the water and rocks, my breasts bared under the sun.  
Beautiful, poured from your mouth.  I listened to the breath behind your quiver.  Laughed inside nervous lips, and whispered to your cheek.  
Your flesh challenged between my fingers.    
Flakes of you fell from my lip, layers I peeled, pulled at with my teeth.  And I sat here with my grail; holy cup.  Spilling the clear liquid your
mouth left on my tongue, a stream lines my chin.  It blushes my skin under your stare, I yearn for tomorrow.  Your lips formed against mine.    
To wake me up to this hour of confusion and contradiction, I craved a soft mouth.  Thighs formed behind mine, skin spoon.  The edges of fingers
asleep on my chest, heavy they lay wrapped in my violet comforter.  An essay of your form to write inside my mind, pencil steadied though the 
open window.  A breeze nips at my throat, where your lips landed, once.  
To worship me, when my flesh had been too long untouched and paled.  You massaged over my sacred womb, a finger inside my belly under the
god and goddess wrapped inside entanglements.  You crossed to hold my hand in the moment between yesterday and tomorrow.  I find you, 
constellation over my crown, a cluster of princess cut diamonds in the night sky.  You are just a boy laughing inside my smile.  Time to remove the 
mask and to show you my fangs and moles before another is predestined to be my mirror.  To reflect inside the fortunate accident of destiny and fate, 
married along the path of choice.  I exhaled the cement wrapped around my heart.  I mouthed TO BE with a sway towards the edge of the cliff's slanted
drop.  The water sang below.  It prepared to carry me into Mother's womb, if you neglected to reach your arms out into space to slow my descent.  
Brown curls waved in the wind under your signal to beware of shards and depth.  And you forgot to catch my un-worshipped form.   
Tara called to center me in her still lotus, cradle me in her flowering yoni, until I remembered my own pulsating life, and cradled myself.  To put body
into words, Sige took my hand, finger to her lips.  I am hushed.  Inside the earth's silence, until the lack of sound becomes my movement into layers of
peeled dead skin.  Shed from my body to the dirt beneath my feet.  Watered, a mud forms where you tasted.  Between my toes, I found you bent and 
curled towards my legs, around them.  Supine and fetal, your lips pressed against my ankle.  Wet earth seeped from your mouth in words between 
breaths.  And I waited.
Between Kwan Yin and Mary to fill you with compassion and love, my palm held against your blush.  Lips drawn to your neck and inside your bones, 
until I tasted the sinew of your soul inside my mouth.  Bitter, it challenged my tongue.  Words remain unworthy, unnecessary, of your prostrating body
at my pale feet.  I stood, to measure your fingers, and to count the hours between this moment and the next.  Your eyes flowed seaweed into mine.  I 
folded your stare and swallowed it, dimples unfurled down the back of my throat towards my belly.  Where Shakti called under the shooting sky, I lay 
inside this empty bed naked from your scent.  
Perfection, you seemed to me, between tongues wrapped in moments.  Connected lines of Time, our histories bled one into the other.  I settled to watch 
the dip in your cheek against my words.  Serious smile bore naked this long ago touch new upon my flesh.  I am in need of sunlight and stars to massage 
my bones after so much time lost underneath a mound of bodies.  And I allowed your touch here, in this patch.  Inside the dark alley of my heart space, 
belly to belly I moved towards the sound of gulls.  Fingers to my navel, the threshold of my remembrances held in your arms through a simple night.  
I blink away the smell of your skin, the sound inside me.  Hollow, the crevice is small.  I pushed you into me, and through Cybele re-birthed in afterglow.
My womb fluttered song, and drawn in you tasted the flesh I ran from.  Your movement reflected in my eyes.  Dirt-stained toes settled into the earth and
water, the red sea parted by your smile.    

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