artwork by carrie vielle
courtesy of tatucya.com | although you are a mystery to me
one thing is certain
my whispered words of love
have wound their way
over
under
and through
your thoughts
they needed to
and now i am officially
your paramour of pleasure
here
between the lines
we have danced
slow salsas slithering
rhythmic rumbas writhing
viewed only
by voyeuristic verbs
waiting
watching
till peeping participles got their turn
at the we-should-have-locked- it door
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