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that sun melted when I saw you

rivers flowed from my eyes

your freckles

became my shackles

your nose became my tie

your skirt that waved and

dissected directions

my breath directed

the sections of your thighs

your ribs made a crackling sound

when I held you in my arms in my dream

your scream

produced a cream

and I pulled your hair with my eyelashes.

Signed 

A.