The London Hours, 2012

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Run your finger
through
(me)

A boat on a river
smooth
wet

Dig deeper still
across
it

Hungry eyes
breathing
near

Wind in a cave
dripping
words

Tongue piercing
lifting me
up

Fold me again
once more
put me
away

.

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