The still of night


Soft

Lines scribe your necks

Fall to

Shoulder, down ribs

To your waist, dipping

Runs into

Hips suspended stomach

Round plunge

Through

Complex curves, forgotten

Feelings

Only visible now

Through razor eyelids

In the still

Of night

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