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As it comes
i am your reflected blusher, your hues
my pallette, each stroke bristles
icing sugar, none touched sweeter skin
dark outlines drawn, and crescent brows
the inside outside face, blacks and browns
but not disguise, just coke: smudged fire from lips
their tender burn, the tongue into a velvet urn
a carpetbagger searching roaming
and wisp's of hair your curtain's hung
take you, as it comes
Carol Ann Duffy poem (Whatever)
my pallette, each stroke bristles
icing sugar, none touched sweeter skin
dark outlines drawn, and crescent brows
the inside outside face, blacks and browns
but not disguise, just coke: smudged fire from lips
their tender burn, the tongue into a velvet urn
a carpetbagger searching roaming
and wisp's of hair your curtain's hung
take you, as it comes
Carol Ann Duffy poem (Whatever)
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