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©1999
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This isn't an esoteric longing, this is a muscle in my chest playing my bloodstream like an accordion;
it is you in the Gondola while hot sun on black water makes pink echoes of your lips.
I lean to you and shivers the boat; our lips meet and shivers the blood;
I plumb for your tongue to taste, I nibble at your pout, I eat saliva in diamonds gasping from your smile.
We bubble with laughter as the accordions duel, and the sun glitters on warm black water.
©2002 AA Mintaka Press
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