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p.26, Love in a Handful of Dust by Kirk Ramdath
– Poem, "let me be your shéhérazade"
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your lips are agavé nectar mixed with maple syrup
your cheek is a luscious crépe filled with strawberries and créme
i could tell you of the exquisite deliciousness of every part of your body
but we will be here for hours, days, weeks
however long until you succumb and allow me to taste
the parts of you that are tickled most by my descriptions
let me be your shéhérazade, ploying my tales
not for my life but for the fruits of your love
one thousand and one nights of pleasure
and the first night, tonight
let me tell you about your lips
the geometry of your lips is so sacred
if da vinci had seen them he would have designed an atomic bomb
your lips are as soft as the feathery down that covers the inside of an orgasm
your lips are so peaceful that each time you smile a young dove takes its first flight
and each time you laugh a baby blue whale is born
because the sounds that come from between your lips
are more beautiful than whalesong
your lips are so perfect for kissing that fruit ripens in your presence
the brush of your lips as you kiss
is like a touch from the feather of the quill of god
as he creates the universe
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