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Danses sexuelles; in praise of Anne Skin heats and grills deeper down the way furnaces scorch walls, ceilings, bend nearby bedposts when their iron isn’t enough. Along curves, globules of sweat, semen, other mad forms of love, form streams to creases where your belly meets the warmer places; gather there for pores to captivate, absorb for another night. Lungs sucking smoke, gravity folds tresses of dark hues into crumpled satin beneath your neck; breasts flat, spread from side to side. Skin cools, smells of salt. Amber light dims, wax swallows a flame, summer night’s glow resonates sweet blue war paints from corner to corner, thigh to thigh; an electrical storm sweeps from fingertips to coat more tender flesh in the quiet of afterglow. |
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© 2003 Pedro Trevino-Ramirez. All rights reserved. |
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