These are as yet untitled...
Each night when I take off the ring,
there is a soft and tender strip of skin
like that which grows new over an open wound.
It reminds me of you.
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Torture me
yes
with your breath
remind me where
my skin lies
with your tongue
disolve my bones
shatter me
with your fingers
break me
open
with your teeth
suck me out
set me free
Monday, May 16, 2005
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