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Your Fingers
Your fingers,
there,
an inch of air
along my neck,
cupped heat
within your touch
so easily, so easily
uncloses me.
there,
an inch of air
along my neck,
cupped heat
within your touch
so easily, so easily
uncloses me.
Published 28th Oct 2020
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