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| Photo by Nino Oshkhereli |
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I stood in her light,
C o n
t or t
e d
Brought to the forefront by panic in the distance
Conceding of every accented subliminal
inner space
I traced her neck with the tip of my tongue
Her face toward mine, her back arched
In numbers I dared not quantify
Our arms medallions of supremacy one onto the other
Barefoot by way of treason against a boulder of lies
She placed her begging on tables as offerings
Too grand to subdue her place at the
head
My mouth took graceful shape at the beckoning
Her hands in surrender to pulsating gravity
Fashioned out of hungry thighs and eyes
Our toes, a visible pirouette betrayed by foreign garments
