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Jennifer M. Piersona modern day David in a cafeheat unwinds my mood as I curl my leg around meand lean into you with that ancient desire
your words fall from a far off somewhere
the twist of grey hair at the base of your neck are you that wise?
I come here often
in some foreign cafe of my mind the city of old Jerusalem at my back
you think my attention is yours
your twirl of fingers across the edges
I know its sugarI see you wanting I mark my moments like Bathsheba waiting
tomorrow I will knit the moon a cover of beetles and walk out into heat | |
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