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By: Ezekiel Gonzales

As you palm your way through my mouth
The little buds of life fall from my parted lips
Slithering—figure-skating
Triple 8's
The sensual feelings we catch between
Marking our bodies with wax
Carving our names in the trees
 
Playing twinkle-star, tickling toes
Twisting limbs; bending bones and snapping sounds
Hold me closer—don’t let the flame die out
Chocolate, Vanilla, Mint
Ice cream flavors
Sticky syrup
 
Bound by the hip
I hope you bite your lip
Crack that beautiful skull open—
an egg
Let your juices flow down the sidewalk
Have it strip the chalk
A cacophony

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