By Marshall R. M. Hann
Submitted by Blessed23
Date: 2016 Jan 24
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Shh!

Without sound,
without a beginning to draw from
where am I,
whorish imitation of a
saint?

Yeah,
You.

you.

Only managing
to be angelic
in form
when naked
in the
light.

The shadows
of her claw at you
with passion

wonder
what's inside of
you.

Yeah, you.

Don't bore me:
undo those buttons
let my fingers ascend the mountains
and search through every dip
of your valleys.

Show everything that you are
to me,
open up
like a stubborn flower
in the springtime,
but make sure you open up,
or else
I'm liable
to pop.

Ass up,
face down,
I'll make you remember the now,
tear you blouse off
and let me test the suppleness
of
you.