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she opens her smoking jacket && shows you just one half of her naked body :: columnar/almost-translucent in the near dark under the chinese elms && it defies reason :: how the world says no (when the sun sets even the palest hesitations of her skin find voice again) && take full mouthfuls of the night // i kiss into your body (even the darkest parts) && it pours down my throat before surging up :: salt-slick/warmer than the sea rushing facedown past the bait shop :: flecked with bitter star-bits bitten down to the quick (bitted/bridled with white blossoms :: the soft of pears not yet quickened by spring) // i tongue into your mouth with all this star && your voice rivers inside me (bluer than the torrens where it flexes inwards/presses so close to its belly that its skin glows green) && you glow gold even in moon so white the stars fall // i hold up one hand while touching you && feel them split/run wetly down my arm (trickle into the space between your breasts) where i mouth it away :: a quiver of sun not yet mantled by summer :: a taste so warm (my tongue is tender for days)