Lunar Brogue
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Sharp-blade shoulder
Her hands widen over his back
Then stall, tighten.
Her neck, thinned with musk,
Pulls out,
Jolts, glides, then eases again
Into his sharp-blade shoulder.
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