savor /ˈsāvər/

🫰🏻

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like rays dawning over lids, closed
red-ed gold 
flickering midnight
a soft brightness
beseeching nothing


a glow, sultry and radiating
nine inches
from the head to her chest 
into fingers now past toes

shoulders weighted 
like jaws too
and a belly ballooning 
relaxedly, swelling


and then, there’s your hum, frequentic lulls
cycling, steady, low
tracing waves through the waters of my body


just like the richness
of mousse, whipped fresh and toppling,
with sliced, peeled clementine
brightly bursting, like the tingling joy of meeting
an up-curving c of lips


our skin resting close
and that scarf I didn’t need
left hanging in the hallway after it clung so tightly to the neck all winter
soaking up scents, still lingering
now, that we've left

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im (still) sick (or again) and indoors. in frosted weathers i look to the skies: the same craterous shapes forming far in her round mooning face, as speckled on my window pane. a re-collection that these two, too are linked. the little lives in the big, just as the small resides in all 🌫️ 🌑 
or maybe im just sick and silly, waiting for spring cleaning 🙃 

anyways, tell me, what is the sweetest taste, the deepest sound, the yummiest touch, the most snug smell for your animal body to be enveloped by? 

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